Saturday, October 05, 2002
meesh called me from the standard in the first inning. we talked for a few minutes and then the cell phone reception gave out.
she was poolside.
i know because she called me back a minute later. we barely got to say hi and happy birthday and the connection dropped again.
i tried to call her back. hi.
an hour later she called back. she had changed hotels.
she was at the mondrian now.
im looking at a beautiful view, tony.
you must come over.
i asked why did you leave the standard.
she said, that place is a dump.
hmmm. it was the fourth inning now. the game was tied.
i told her i might consider coming over. she said we have pretty girls here. i said, do you have a tv? she said its a suite, of course we do.
i said is the angel game on?
she laughed and handed the phone over to the glamorous simone. jewlery designer to the stars.
why are you ignoring my phone calls sweetie?
i said, i was on vacation.
come over here and i'll make some mohitas.
i did have rum. all i would need is some sugar and mint leaves. two limes maybe. i always liked the mondrian. skybar. that pool. but what do you wear?
simone asked if she could pick me up in her convertible. i told her that it wasnt necessary. that i lived right next to sunset. quick subway ride to highland, walk to sunset, pick up the bus. twenty minutes, tops.
she said, youre coming?
i said, maybe. sounds great.
then the angels started errupting. then it was 5-2 angels. then it was 6-2 angels.
what would i wear?
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