Well, dear readers, this week has flown by, like a gazelle doing a six-count burpee. Or is it an eight-count burpee? Is there a one-count burpee? Is there a Count Burpee from Romania? Can you do a burpee in Pennsylvania? Is there burpee mania. What the HELL is a burpee, anyway? I know I used to do them in gym class, but I cannot remember what they are. I do know that you don’t actually burp whilst doing a burpee. But enough about me – on with the notes. Speaking of the notes, yesterday was a very nice day, all things considered. I got up really early and was jogging by eight. When I got back, I showered and toddled off to have breakfast with Miss Lauren Rubin. We went to Hugo’s in West Hollywood, and had a really nice meal and chat. I was a very good boy and ate two poached eggs on an English muffin, and a little fruit in a cup. A Little Fruit In A Cup – that’s the title of my next novel, a story of the gay life amongst the hoi polloi of the hockey world. Is there a hoi polloi of the hockey world? Hoi polloi – what an eminently silly word (or words). That’s a word (or words) that only Jerry Lewis could love. In fact, let’s all put on our best Jerry Lewis voices and say hoi polloi. On the count of three: One, two, three – HOI POLLOI. That was fun. Between the hoi polloi and the whatever count burpee, these notes have gone straight to HELL. After breakfast, I came home. Shortly thereafter, the Scent Of Mystery CDs arrived, all 1000 of them. I had no helper, so I was on my own with these things – I got all the CDs in all the packages (that had already been addressed), then did the postage for all the preorders. That all took about four hours. I then put it all in the car and drove it over to Ye Olde Post Office and dropped it all off. I then took the biggest of the online store orders over to Fed Ex and shipped those three count them three boxes via Fed Ex ground. After that, I came home and packaged up five more boxes of online store orders, and those will go out this morning, as soon as I finish my jog and perhaps one or two four, six, or eight-count burpees. So, happily I’m all caught up on the shipping of various and sundried items. I was very pleased with the way the CD package looks – and what a fun booklet it is, too. I also had several nice telephonic conversations, and I had confirmation about a dinner at Genghis Cohen on Sunday night, and that’s always a good thing. It was then time to change clothes and be on my way to The Gardenia to see my pal, Miss Sharon McNight. I arrived at seven and met up with Miss Adryan Russ and Mr. Doug Haverty. Just what up was doing with Miss Adryan Russ and Mr. Doug Haverty is anyone’s guess. We got seated at a prime table. All the dishes on the menu sounded too heavy – steak, various and sundried pastas, and some chicken dishes with sauces. So, I opted for the fish special, which was salmon, with some rice and string beans. It was an excellent choice. The salmon had a little bit of hollandaise sauce on it and was quite tasty. The small portion of rice was okay, and the string beans were very good. Then it was time for the show.
Last night I saw Miss Sharon McNight, and what an entertaining show it was. I see so many of these cabaret acts that aren’t entertaining, but Sharon is a real performer and she’s funny, brash, naughty, and at times very touching. Her material is all top-notch. Sharon has several themed shows she does and last night’s act was a potpourri of songs culled from them. She opened with a wonderful Bette Davis impression and sang They’re Either Too Young Or To Old. She did some country, she did a great The Kid Inside by Craig Carnelia, a fun Sophie Tucker number, and quite a few others. I was very impressed by her piano player who, I gather, lives in San Francisco. It was a really fun evening, and I knew several people who attended and it was all just too too. We hung out for a while after the show, I talked to Sharon a little, and then I headed home, driving behind some of the most insane drivers I’ve ever seen.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button whilst we all do our burpees and dream of the hoi polloi and the potpourri. The Hoi Polloi and The Potpourri – isn’t that a book by Mark Twain.
Today, I shall be getting up early, jogging early, shipping packages, doing errands and whatnot, and doing a little organizing. Then I’ll be meeting Mr. Kevin Spirtas at six, and we’ll dine and work at the same time, discussing both the Bacharach concert and the new act with Linda Purl. I’m sure that will be fun – we’ll have to figure out where to dine where we can talk and hang out for a couple of hours.
Tomorrow, I have to settle on a date for the book signing/reading. It’s either going to be September 13 or October 4th. If any of our West Coast dear readers or dear lurkers have a preference, let me know right away, otherwise I’ll just choose the one that feels best. Tonight, I may or may not go out and dine – haven’t quite decided yet.
Sunday, the day is pretty free, and then I’ll be meeting a new friend at Genghis Cohen for supper. As always, looking forward to a dining adventure there, and I’ll jog extra hard that morning.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, ship packages, do errands and whatnot, and then dine and meet with Mr. Kevin Spirtas. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player, and your DVD/video player? I’ll start – CD, Scent of Mystery and repeated listenings of Lee Holdridge’s gorgeous score for Splash. DVD, Commando Cody in Radar Men From The Moon. Ah, childhood. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and let’s get started on our burpees. Now that I think of it, if I burp I guess I’m the burpee.