Lunch at Pravda
I had lunch today with NY Times columnist Bob Morris. Bob mentioned me in his column this past weekend in the Sunday Styles section. Previously, he stood me up for a meeting we were supposed to have at the local gay watering hole Hell. He turned that non-appearance into his column for the week.
Personally, it was a big thrill being at The New York Times. I got to see the news rooms where they make the news. Unfortunately, it was eerily quiet. I thought they should pipe in the sounds of manual typewriter keys clacking to bring back the old atmosphere. Lunch in the Times cafeteria was interesting, but the furniture had changed since 1958. No chance of my ass squeezing into the same chair once also occupied by Bosley Crowther. Good porn loin though.
Bob said that I was a disgrace to the New York City gay community, especially my shoes, which were very un-New York. I took that all as a compliment. After all, I was practically run out of West Hollywood on a rail. I guess I just don't fit in anywhere. Too much of an individual I guess. Or maybe I just don't care.
Current Mood: accomplishedCurrent Music: "Ladies Who Lunch" - Elaine Stritch 
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