June - where do we start?
Several times in June, Kirt has stopped by for one reason or the next, sometimes twice or thrice on the same day. I think I helped him with the traffic ticket problem, tho it was a pisser to the captain at CSULB...a tough tittie situation.
On June 10, I got a call from Abby Hotchkiss about the death of Floyd Lasky. Seems his brother is in town, needs to get rid of his large video & LP collection. I made arrangements to see the collection on the following Tuesday, which I did by driving to Floyd's Fullerton apt. It was a mess, but I got an idea...many reissues, and newer stuff. Videos - no clue. Got Steve the M involved, and by the time it devolved, Steve spent $1,700 for the records, I got some good 45s/EPs and everyone was happy, even Abby called me back to thank me. She wants me to go to Bernie's party. Apparently, Steve F'Dor gets the videos.
On June 22, I visited the Ebell Club to meet people in the Wedding Video movie crew, including Sandy Smyth, whom I had known in 81-82 at KLON where she was receptionist - she's now asst. producer. Very interesting and revealing day, though the femme director did yell at me for stepping on a white rug at the altar. Bad move. Otherwise, great.
During most of the month of June, we've been occupied with helping Ms. Megablogger's with her all-important recuperation. On June 25, we did the following, which Ms. reported to N.J. Heather.
"Yesterday we got out to a late lunch to a new place called Frisco's, near the traffic circle. It has the Hollywood, 50s theme. The inside is black mostly and has lots of lighting effects and painted statues of car hops with a stage that has 4 statues singers like Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra.
"There are three Friscos, the one in Downey being the only one with real outdoor car hops. The one in Long Beach has singing car hops (none outside) on skates, very attractive girls, dressed in short hot pink satin skirts and black tees with pink sequins to boot. Our waitress sang to the room. The idea is to have a fun active spot to party, with drinks, and talent. It was fun.
"The owner, Joanne Frisco talked to Steve who is going to do a story on the place. She then gave us lunch free and sent the girls out to sing although it was a slow Sunday afternoon. Their grand opening is in a couple of weeks. I had a great time being out for the first time in months and feeling good."
On Thursday, June 29, Ms's family showed up in the persons of Lanie, Barb and Brian, who'd gotten a ticket on the way out. They were there to discuss Ruth's 90th and her estate. All very business-like.
On Sunday past, I (without Ms. Megablogger) driven by Dave the G went to Lane Q's house in Cala-Bass-Ass for the second bi-annual Rockit Radio party & barbeque. About 25 attended, including Bennie Dingo, Ken Levine, Don Barrett, Lloyd Thaxton, Paul Politi (who might soon join the rockit) Jim Dawson, complete with spouses. Late hours were spent in Lane's record room, with Dawson and I playing tough ass late night name that tune, of which I batted about 50 percent, definitely impressing the locals. Late into this process, toward 11, Dave the G finally arrived, freshly discharged from wedding duty in Oxnard to drive me back home. I gave him a fiver for gas, he almost passed out from the excitement.
Ms. Megablogger will attend the next one, dammit.
On July 4, Paul & Judy came by for dinner, drinking, talking, no dancing, music listening and appreciation and watching the fireworks at Vet's - with neighbor Susan providing lawn chairs - until about 11 and we were tired.
On July 5, recovering from July 4. Much else went on, wish I could recall. Our old real good life apparently begins on July 6, so that part's fine. Let it roll!
On July 6, the close-to-complete recovery of Ms. has been realized with her driving her actual car on an actual road to...of all places...Smarty Final. Congrats to the Ms.
Today, on to the Chinese buffet.
On June 10, I got a call from Abby Hotchkiss about the death of Floyd Lasky. Seems his brother is in town, needs to get rid of his large video & LP collection. I made arrangements to see the collection on the following Tuesday, which I did by driving to Floyd's Fullerton apt. It was a mess, but I got an idea...many reissues, and newer stuff. Videos - no clue. Got Steve the M involved, and by the time it devolved, Steve spent $1,700 for the records, I got some good 45s/EPs and everyone was happy, even Abby called me back to thank me. She wants me to go to Bernie's party. Apparently, Steve F'Dor gets the videos.
On June 22, I visited the Ebell Club to meet people in the Wedding Video movie crew, including Sandy Smyth, whom I had known in 81-82 at KLON where she was receptionist - she's now asst. producer. Very interesting and revealing day, though the femme director did yell at me for stepping on a white rug at the altar. Bad move. Otherwise, great.
During most of the month of June, we've been occupied with helping Ms. Megablogger's with her all-important recuperation. On June 25, we did the following, which Ms. reported to N.J. Heather.
"Yesterday we got out to a late lunch to a new place called Frisco's, near the traffic circle. It has the Hollywood, 50s theme. The inside is black mostly and has lots of lighting effects and painted statues of car hops with a stage that has 4 statues singers like Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra.
"There are three Friscos, the one in Downey being the only one with real outdoor car hops. The one in Long Beach has singing car hops (none outside) on skates, very attractive girls, dressed in short hot pink satin skirts and black tees with pink sequins to boot. Our waitress sang to the room. The idea is to have a fun active spot to party, with drinks, and talent. It was fun.
"The owner, Joanne Frisco talked to Steve who is going to do a story on the place. She then gave us lunch free and sent the girls out to sing although it was a slow Sunday afternoon. Their grand opening is in a couple of weeks. I had a great time being out for the first time in months and feeling good."
On Thursday, June 29, Ms's family showed up in the persons of Lanie, Barb and Brian, who'd gotten a ticket on the way out. They were there to discuss Ruth's 90th and her estate. All very business-like.
On Sunday past, I (without Ms. Megablogger) driven by Dave the G went to Lane Q's house in Cala-Bass-Ass for the second bi-annual Rockit Radio party & barbeque. About 25 attended, including Bennie Dingo, Ken Levine, Don Barrett, Lloyd Thaxton, Paul Politi (who might soon join the rockit) Jim Dawson, complete with spouses. Late hours were spent in Lane's record room, with Dawson and I playing tough ass late night name that tune, of which I batted about 50 percent, definitely impressing the locals. Late into this process, toward 11, Dave the G finally arrived, freshly discharged from wedding duty in Oxnard to drive me back home. I gave him a fiver for gas, he almost passed out from the excitement.
Ms. Megablogger will attend the next one, dammit.
On July 4, Paul & Judy came by for dinner, drinking, talking, no dancing, music listening and appreciation and watching the fireworks at Vet's - with neighbor Susan providing lawn chairs - until about 11 and we were tired.
On July 5, recovering from July 4. Much else went on, wish I could recall. Our old real good life apparently begins on July 6, so that part's fine. Let it roll!
On July 6, the close-to-complete recovery of Ms. has been realized with her driving her actual car on an actual road to...of all places...Smarty Final. Congrats to the Ms.
Today, on to the Chinese buffet.
posted by megablogger at 10:55 AM
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Sweet!
Ms.
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