How Sweet It Is

A bachelor never quite gets over the idea
that he is a thing of beauty and a boy for ever.
-Helen Rowland

The following is on page 16 of the 'Te Matare Ramirez'
Restaurante menu in Buenos Aires, Argentina

DESSERTS

LOVERS THAT SHARE ONE ANOTHER
Thick chocolate fondue with fruits in season,
dark brownies, coconut crisps and lascivious date and fig truffles.

DO WHAT I'M DOING TO YOU!
Refined and creamy four-layer alfajor: cacao joconde,
peanut butter, fresh mulberry gelee and creme chiboust.
Served with a tart red fruit sauce.

ALL THE MOUTHS OF MY BODY WANT YOU
Promiscuous bittersweet chocolate marquise
with slices of citrus fruits and
delightful Amarula whip.

INNOCENT AND WILLING, YOU INSPIRE PERVERSIONS
Delicate and warm tower of bananas Flambe,
covered with a cream of hazelnut and
cream ice cream.

MY TONGUE IN YOUR THIRD PERFUME AND THE BORDER OF YOUR MOUTHS
Warm peach tart, cream cereal cream
and whipped egg-whites flambe.
Served with an orgasmic ginger nectar,
sprinkled with sliced dried fruits.

LUSTFUL STIMULUS
Crunchy orange brisee tulip
with classic scoops of ice cream
and raspberry coulis.

Twenty-five years ago today:

April 4, 1984, Wednesday

I did not sleep very well even with the help of Chris' electric blanket. I craved an aspirin at 4AM but Chris was too "crashed" to look for one. I drank some soothing hot water and tried to sleep again. By 6:15AM or so I heard Barbara leave for her US Coast Guard mission of the day.

I nudged Chris and he awoke to keep me company. I felt down and out. I was beginning to feel sick. I sneezed a few. I coughed a few. I tried to clear my throat many times.

There was a bit of panic as Chris and I had trouble finding my airline ticket. We eventually found it which gave me a sigh of relief.

Chris drove me to the Arcata Airport. We saw Barbara on the way and waved. Chris entered the Airport with me and we departed with a bit of sorrow.

I liked the ring, the sand dollar and the blue-gray jacket he gave me. The activities we shared these last few days were special. We are best-friends, a 'together' couple of 'like' dudes..."you know".

I am now at the airport writing in my journal and a lot of nerds keep looking at me in wonder of what I am rapidly writing. There is some chubby jerk who is smoking nearby, too.

I look forward to my arrival at San Francisco Airport. I will then have to take a shuttle to the Oakland Airport. I want to buy that cycling poster print that I saw. I know mom won't have a problem picking me up at the Oakland Airport.

The flight did not take long. I was at the San Francisco Airport by 11:30AM. I ended up taking a bus to BART and arrived at the Fruitvale BART station by 12:45PM. Dad was kind enough to pick me up.

When I arrived at mom and dad's house I had fun showing mom all of the stuff I brought home from my trip. John and Sherri dropped by, too. I learned from Sherri that Howard Edelstein (the future doctor) called on April 2nd and Michael Thoennes called on March 30th. It was odd for Thoennes to call me when he knew I was returning today.

I still had a slight cough, so I thought it would be ideal to call Howard. He may be able to set up a prescription for me at Longs Drug Store. Howard politely did the favor and I picked up the prescription. I was feeling "ugh" at the thought of returning to work tomorrow. The medication and rest will help. It's nice to have a friend like Howard. We arranged a bicycle riding adventure for next Sunday (April 8, 1984).