A Late Night Visitor

“She found herself continually speculating about him, wondering what he was thinking when she was with him and what he was doing when she was not.”
-Nial Kent,
“A Divided Path”

I happened to recall a flashback song from 1984 called 'Out Of Touch' by Hall & Oates. I thought I'd seek out the lyrics and the music video for the memory of it.
And you (whoever is reading this today) will be lucky enough to experience it, too.
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=out+of+touch%2c+hall+%26+oates&docid=805388026123&mid=62F0EB9CB6C590B908B562F0EB9CB6C590B908B5&FORM=VIVR14#

Shake it up is all that we know
Using the bodies up as we go
Waking up to fantasy
The shades all around aren't the colors we used to see
Broken ice still melts in the sun
And times that are broken can often be one again
We're soul alone
And soul really matters to me
Take a look around

You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head when you're not around

Reaching out for something to hold
Looking for a love where the climate is cold
Manic moves and drowsy dreams
Or living in the middle between the two extremes
Smoking guns hot to the touch
Would cool down if we didn't use them so much
We're soul alone
And soul really matters to me
Too much

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 20, 1984
Friday
PHOTO: Scene from SCARFACE

Barbara Reynolds and I ate at the ‘Health Food Store’ in The City today. She saw an old friend of hers named Danny. He is an accountant in The City. He seemed nice enough.

I tactfully asked Karyn Kossoff out to RAGGS, a new restaurant. She was born on August 7th, the same day as my former co-worker in Oakland, Pat Overschoun. I love Karyn’s smile. I just plain enjoy her company (despite her being slightly overweight).

After the work day, Barbara Reynolds, David Vigil and I went over to the Embarcadero Center to mingle through the ‘Happy Hour’ parties galore. I treated them both to a drink at some cocktail place that was providing free popcorn. We left relatively early.

I telephoned mom and made arrangements to rent two movies (SCARFACE and VALLEY GIRL). They were both good. It was fun watching them with mom.

PHOTO: Scene from VALLEY GIRL

I was at my pad by 12:45PM and was sleeping well when my doorbell rang at 2:30AM!

“Who in the hell could that be?” I questioned myself as I rubbed my eyes and scratched my head on my way downstairs.
I thought it might be Chris Cordellos. Lo and behold, it was Nici Maurino!

Nici ended up spending the night at my place. We just held each other and went to sleep. She had been drinking at Gallaghers in Downtown Oakland. Ironically, she was talking to my brother, John, who bar tends there. I guess she felt like stopping by to see me.

“I wonder if she’s a nymphomaniac.” I asked myself during my own silly private mindful thinking. I got ‘hard’ a couple of times during the night and I supposed I could have easily taken advantage. I noticed she did not have very good female hygiene. That was a slight turn off.

Anyway, by 7:30AM I felt her kiss my cheek. Then she left. It was as simple as that.