a useful way of denying its significance.
-William Golding
"Lord of the Flies"
Twenty-five years ago today:
May 24, 1984
Thursday
It was a swift day at work. Chris came over to Downtown Oakland to meet me for lunch. We ate at Monica’s and then managed some time to browse at I.Magnin and The Emporium. Once again we were unwilling to depart from one another but we did.
After work I drove up to Concord and we hung out there for a while. Boredom set in and we decided to go to ‘The Stud’ in The City. Chris liked it there—but then again—he freaked (as I did) over the atmosphere in this popular gay bar. It did not have the type of studs that I imagined in my mind. It was a mere pick-up joint and we both had those shaky suburban vibes of ‘don’t leave me here standing alone’.
After ‘The Stud’ experience I was in no mood to drive all the way out to Concord. So I drove to Alameda.
“I could spend the night,” Chris suggested.
I didn’t feel comfortable having him stay at the house with ‘my mom and dad’. There was no way.
We mutually decided to go to the DAYS INN on Hegenberger Road, near the Oakland Airport. It was fun and strange. There was some cop named B.J. who followed us. Chris dopily invited him into our room! He was nice and it seemed pretty safe given that he was an officer of the law. However, he was one hell of a geeky looking goon.
“Yeah, it’s my birthday on Saturday and we’re on our way to Carmel-by-the Sea,” I said to B.J., the cop.
“Or we might go L.A. or bust. We’re from Eureka,” Chris interjected.
This B.J. cop finally left but he returned to give us two and a half doobies (joints) ! Unbelievable!
Chris and I continued with a few puffs, laughing hysterically. We tried to sleep. We enjoyed ‘ourselves’.
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