In The Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening

Michael was torn between ecstasy and torment, delight and frustration.
He had never had so much, and he had never wanted more so badly.
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"

Do you sometimes wonder where you have been when you miss things as life goes by? I have been listening to a cool CD (What a Girl Needs) and there is a song by Rosemary Clooney called “In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening”.

I did some soul searching for more of Rosemary Clooney and never realized what a “Babe” she was in her heyday. I loved this video montage of her singing ’50 Ways to Leave Your Lover”.
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=rosemary+clooney+videos&qs=AS&docid=977720901745&mid=54FFEBC5352D2885991254FFEBC5352D28859912&FORM=VIVR18#

My new mission this month is to listen to more of Rosemary. If I ever meet George Clooney we’ll have a lot of tunes to talk about.

Twenty-five years ago today:

August 11, 1984,
Saturday

At 10:15AM Suzy Miller called and we went on our typical breakfast outing to Ole’s Waffle Shop on Park Street. Sue was sweet enough to treat me, too. Hurrah! We saw an overweight former high school classmate who was always known as a jock-type (Bob McLaughlin). Sue exchanged a brief hello and chatter with him but I did not know him very well.
After seeing his weight gain status I thought to myself, “You better keep doing those jump ropes, Michael!”

After breakfast, Sue told me that Michael (her brother) had sprained his foot playing volleyball.

We went to the Alameda Sporting Goods shop and then stopped by her mom’s house on Alameda Avenue. Michael Miller was there and he showed me pictures from Renee’s wedding. He showed me a nice picture he took of me and Chris Cordellos in my convertible, too. I laughed because it made me think of that stupid show from the late 1950’s that is on reruns now (77 Sunset Strip).

I was supposed to go to that party with Bruce (with all of the good-looking models prancing around) but I had not been home. Michael Miller was feeling kind of ‘down’ from his sprained foot, so I decided I would spend the day with him.

Michael and I went to Longs Drug Store for film and then to my mom’s to take 3-month old pictures of Ashley Marie Armijo. Michael is a really good with his camera. We stayed at moms’ for quite a while. Michael Miller and my Dad were having a good conversation.

PHOTO: August 11, 1984-Michael Miller on crutches with
some unknown SF woman who had crutches, too.

We left by 3:30PM or so and decided to go to The City and take pictures. It’s too bad Michael was on crutches. We had a good time anyway. We met Andrea and some other ‘interior design’ chick from Michigan who thought she was ‘hot shit’. All in all it was an eventful day of experience in the City by the Bay. If I wasn’t with Mike I would have missed a lot. He sees things I do not see when I have my camera. I will have good photographs to remember today.

Michael and I got back to Alameda at 10:30PM or so and looked at more photos and watched “Creature Features”.

I persuaded Michael into spending the night at my pad. He slept with me in my bed and it was overwhelmingly tempting and ‘frustrating’. I made no real moves beyond touching his arm and such. I know he has ‘questionable’ thoughts now.

PHOTO: August 11, 1984, A photograph of me (Michael J Armijo)
taken by Michael G Miller at Embracadero Center, San Francisco

I wonder if we will ever be in that same predicament again. He slept with his clothes on and claims to have seen it as though we were ‘camping out’.

He woke up early and went downstairs to watch cartoons while I rolled over and remained in bed. I wondered how horny he was after the White Russian cocktail I talked him into at the Scott’s Carriage House in San Francisco. Maybe I am the only one that gets that way with White Russians.