Two Drifters...Off To See The World

'There may be trouble ahead,
But while there's moonlight and music
And love and romance,
Let's face the music and dance.'

I read the above line in a greeting card I purchased here:
www.redbubble.com/people/redcow/art/2086228-3-face-the-music

'The Moon' seems to be the subject today as my dear cousin, John Earl Spencer, sent me a music video of Audrey Hepburn, singing 'Moon River'.
http://search.live.com/video/results.aspx?q=moon%20river%2C%20audrey%20hepburn&docid=343789011296&FORM=VIVP
I have been listening to it 'off and on' all day. It soothes my mood. I love the lyrics to this song. Dare I admit it? I have never seen the classic film 'Breakfast At Tiffany's'.

This last Sunday was a turning point economically. I am now a member of NETFLIX. Yes, it is true. I received my first three films today (Tuesday). That was fast. When in NY the cost to see a movie has escalated to $12.50. Outrageous. And so...let's see how things go. Please comment with any of your favorite film recommendations. I just added "Breakfast At Tiffany's" to my que.

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 13, 1984

It is Friday the 13th. It was not all that bad a day for me as I recall the events of the day. Or was it?

Right after my Friday workday I drove into San Francisco from Downtown Oakland. Gilbert was not at his apartment when I arrived. I waited and he showed up within a half hour or so. Gilbert appeared with Natasha, the model, and Geoffrey (some very effeminate black fellow who was visiting from Sacramento). Can you believe I did it? I became a voluntary chauffeur, driving them to the San Francisco Airport. It was an educational driving overview as I had not done the drive to the San Francisco airport in some time.

It was funny when Natasha was held up by security. She had a small golden cigarette lighter that is the shape of a miniature hand gun. It was amusing. They almost wouldn't give her lighter back. I don't know how she could carry a lighter in the shape of a gun anyway. We didn't have time to have a drink in the lounge because of the time constraints. Her flight departed for Los Angeles at 8pm.

When we finally found my car in the parking lot we headed back into The City. I waited patiently for Gilbert and Geoffrey as they fussed and dressed, trying to make themselves look all pretty. After 'brushing up' a bit we headed for the I-BEAM on Haight Street. It's the hot, "mixed clientele" place for dancing in San Francisco.

We arrived a tad early. Things don't start popping until 11pm. The club was not as crowded and the "vibes" were not to my liking. Gilbert was dancing alone on the stage for most of the night. Geoffrey danced a lot 'on the stage' platform, too. I danced a few times with a girl named Ann Voyerera from Vermont. She was "okay". I stood around for a long while until I decided to ask a sleazy looking broad to dance.
"...maybe in about ten minutes," the sleazy broad replied to my dance offer.
That kind of "tee'd me off". And so, I stood around like some wall flower.

Then this guy started to talk to me a bit about the music and the atmosphere. His name is Chris Cordellos. As we were in conversation the most apropos song started to play, "The Chauffeur" by DURAN DURAN.
http://search.live.com/video/results.aspx?q=the%20chauffeur%2C%20duran%20duran&docid=536781914492&FORM=VIVP7
We both agreed that it wasn't an easy song to dance with...though good for listening.

Chris is originally from the Sonoma valley area. He said he now lives in Concord. He was dressed in a somewhat "high-fashion" sort of way. He had naturally curled dirty blonde hair and green eyes. We continued with some good conversation about music when we both mutually decided to take a walk for some fresh air. The dance floor was getting more and more crowded as the night progressed.

While walking with Chris I decided to ditch Gilbert and his chum, Geoffrey. We walked along and he brought up the subject of cars.
"So what kind of car do you drive," Chris asked.
I didn't necessarily like this question because it is supposed to reveal something about you.
"I drive a dirty, old white Volkswagen," I told Chris as we approached my parked car.
When Chris saw my black mustang convertible he smiled and I believe he liked my little fib. We sat in my car and talked some more. We spoke about our family. He shared his take on the modeling scenario and spoke with excitement about Huntington Beach and other southern California beaches. We spoke like two drifters who wanted to see the world. We had our share of silent moments regarding what we should do next. Should we split the scene? Should we go out now for breakfast? And/or should we...? He ended up leaving but we exchanged telephone numbers. Chris Cordellos was my first new friend for 1984. What the heck...