"Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together."-Anais Nin
I'm so excited. This morning I was reading the SUNDAY NY TIMES and there was an insert of events at the 'Eli and Edyth Broad Stage' at the Santa Monica College Performing Arts Center. On Saturday, January 24, 2009, there is a Brazil Tropical Daring Day concert that will showcase local Brazilian musicians in a multimedia show. The event is FREE (provided one calls to reserve tickets) and is made possible by the Brazilian Consulate General of Los Angeles. What can I say? It is an easy and inexpensive way to get a taste of Brazil.
A few years back I discovered a beautiful Brazilian voice (Virginia Rodrigues) while attending an impromptu visit to The Blue Note in New York City. Perhaps I'll be pleasantly surprised by a new Brazilian voice this time around.
http://search.live.com/video/results.aspx?q=virginia%20rodrigues&docid=445265543611&FORM=VIVR3
Twenty-five years ago today:
It was really a fun day at work today as I found myself playing volleyball between cubicles with Rose Rodarte. Barbara brought in a stuffed soccer ball and it was fun doing the volley with Rose.
A coincidental thing happened as I was flossing my teeth. Suddenly one of my silver fillings came out. The lucky coincidence is that I had a dentist appointment on this very same day. Dr. Hinkle took care of it and now I have another follow-up appointment on January 17th. After my dental appointment I went over to mom's and watched "Edge of Night". I like that actress who plays 'Raven' and the storyline revolving around her young son.
Mom made a great spare ribs dinner. I had to be gentle with my teeth though.
I called Gilbert a little later and he suggested I come by his office at around 5pm so we could go out for a drink.
"Okay," I said as I thought how we tend to make time for the people we choose to make time for. Is it only because we want something from that certain someone?
What do I want from Gilbert? I guess it is a.) friendship and b.) a possible taste into the modeling business. Is it really meant for me? I just wonder whether I have enough potential or yearning for it. I believe Gilbert seems to think I do.
Once I arrived at Gilbert's office I shouldn't have been surprised to see the model, Natasha, there once again. We shared some 'little nothings' talk. Natasha called her mother in New York and I tried to eavesdrop. Then Gilbert received a call from Kevin who said he was on his way (with Olga) to show the outcome of the pictures he'd taken of Natasha.
When Kevin arrived and laid the photos on the table I laughed to myself because I didn't think the photos were anything special. After some chatter about the photos I found myself driving Natasha to Gilbert's pad again. Then Gilbert and I set off on our own to "Pepe's" at Pier 39. It was amazing because my cousin, Vicki Ortega, was our waitress. Her mother, Nellie, is my fathers' half-sister (same mother, different fathers). Another coincidence of the day was that Vicki knew Gilbert! I wonder if she did a modeling gig with him--or what? And I wonder if Vicki thought I was Gilbert's new "boy toy" (scary thought). In any case...what a small world.
Gilbert and I had two margaritas (each) and ate some tortilla chips. We talked more though I maintained my distance (physically and mentally). He was starting to get drunk as I could sense him 'coming on to me' in a more forward way. I could detect it in his eyes.
"I really like you," Gilbert said in a point blank blurt.
I did not flinch or show any sign of being nervous. I knew I did not want any involvement with him in 'that way'. This was for sure!
I was pretty direct with him in saying that I was prepared for a great friendship, nothing more. I started to get the impression that he was feeling that I am after something (like being a model in his agency).
There was just no way I was going to start my first modeling gig 'in his bed' or what have you. After we left Pier 39 I accepted his invitation to his apartment this time around. You can gain some great insight when you visit one's living room. Lo and behold, it was a neat, organized and basic. One lamp seemed to shine over the whole apartment, keeping things dim and mysterious. The apartment wasn't overly impressive. In other words not "A-1 Steak Sauce" (like that sauce is anything special).
The shocking part of the evening soon came forward as I was browsing at the little objects in and around his shelves.
"I would love to make love to you," Gilbert said.
I was stunned. He even started to hint dollar figures like one-thousand dollars, two-thousand dollars. I couldn't believe it. Was he really propositioning me?
"You know, my skin is so soft because I put body lotion all over my body every night," Gilbert said.
No monetary figure he could suggest would get me interested. I thought in my mind about all the different ways I could refuse him. I could run out of the apartment. I could maintain my cool. I felt a very negative attitude within me. I think I suggested something about 'another time' and 'another place' and soon found myself leaving his pad. It could be that we were both the products of one too many Margarita's?
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