Sunday March 12 2006
Leslie went back to work and she leaves for Thailand on Tuesday so there’s stuff everywhere. Dick Houghton came over and I served him tea and we talked about the design of the studio. Half the stuff he says, I can’t understand, but I just say “uh huh.” and nod and hopefully I’ll figure it out later. I took a nap and it was kind of hot when I woke up. Posh was panting. Leslie called and said Sandra and Andy Torrente are having a party and would I make some dip. I told her I would and so I made it and we went to the party with Nicky and they’re really nice. We had barbecued chicken and shrimp and sat out on the deck. I sat next to one of Andy’s college buddies and he was interrogating me about songwriting, and I took the bait and was gushing with info. I guess I was flattered to be asked these things. But really I should have asked him more questions because I found out later he’s written books and is a serious carpenter. All the questions he was asking might have been genuine interest, or maybe just that smoke screen that interesting people put up when they don’t want to talk about themselves. They just ask questions. It’s kind of annoying actually. Because then later, somebody tells you: “That guy is an amazing expert on geneology!” but you never got to know anything because they asked YOU questions the whole time. But then there was this dog who had been exiled to the back yard because they couldn’t get her to get along with the other dog, so that kind of bummed me out and we had to leave before I started to lecture them on dog psychology. The dog was so lonely and ready to do something. I made a mental note to drop off a copy of Cesar Millan’s new video.