Mad About The Boy

"Nothing lasts...not happiness or despair. I want to remember every minute...always."
-as heard while watching the
Noel Coward Play,
"A Brief Encounter" on Dec. 2, 2009

Speaking of Noel Coward's "A Brief Encounter", there was a song in the show called "Mad About The Boy". Do you know it? Here is Dinah Washington at her best:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0oROIA0GnnY
Mad about the boy
I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy
I'm so ashamed of it but must admit the sleepless nights I've had
About the boy

On the silver screen
He melts my foolish heart in every single scene
Although I'm quite aware that here and there are traces of the cad
About the boy

Lord knows I'm not a fool girl
I really shouldn't care
Lord knows I'm not a school girl
In the fury of her first affair

Will it ever cloy
This odd diversity of misery and joy
I'm feeling quite insane and young again
And all because I'm mad about the boy

So if I could employ
A little magic that will finally destroy
This dream that pains me and enchains me
But I can't because I'm mad...
I'm mad about the boy

Twenty-five years ago today:

March 2, 1985
Saturday

I awoke rather early and decided to drive to the gym in San Leandro. I arrived at 8:30AM or so and was at mom's for breakfast by 10:15AM. Then I lounged around. Dale called me while at mom's.
"Hi Dale. Are you ready for this?"
"No, tell me."
"I'm going to meet Steff tonight. She drove out to Alameda to see me last night while we were in Dixon."
"I am very, very surprised at that."
"Me too, so we'll see what happens tonight."

8PM finally arrived and I left Alameda at 6:40PM, arriving to Steffanya's place in Suisun by 7:45PM. I was a bit shocked when I first laid eyes on her.
I thought to myself, "OW". OW is my acronym for Over Weight, of course. Yes, Over Weight and 'NMT' (Not My Type).
"How do I get out of this?" I asked my mind silently. "Oh well, I'm here and I may as well make the best of it."

Tabitha went next door to the baby sitter's house. Then, Steff and I went to Armijo High School, walking around the school. I had never been there and she knew I wanted to see it.

We made our way to the Holiday Inn to listen to some country singer named Liz Lyndell (or something like that) who was singing Tanya Tucker type tunes (not exactly my favorite).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJUseZ5SnTE&feature=PlayList&p=045F833AD62F29A4&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=22
We drank a couple of White Russian cocktails and then left for the 'Moon Room'. This room played soft rock and we sat and talked about one another.
"You know, I may contact Jean-Pierre, the black gent I know who is from Paris to see if I can see about having you make an extra two-thousand dollars a month. He's my modeling connection...you know."
Is she bluffing or what? Who knows?
I had five White Russians and in the midst of it all I gave her blatant informational accounts of my past. I spoke of the house I owned in Sacramento, my Bay Area Sperm Bank deposits, the Gladman situation. She told me stories of when she was a nurse in Napa, about Tabitha and Paris.

We changed locations and went over to Shakey's Pizza. We ate a pizza and Steffanya shared more.
"You know, Michael, I had a two month anorexic binge as of late."
I nodded for her to continue but I was really thinking, "Why aren't I with Paloma?"

Steff is a sweetheart and has a great personality but as for commitment and then some (?). I'm leery about it. I drove home at 1:15AM and was home by 2:15AM. Yawn.

"I feel a composition coming on."
-as heard while watching the
1998 film "The Red Violin"