Had friends meet me for birthday drinks last night. Had two too many shots and recollection of the latter part of the evening is a tad hazy. Strange territorial exercises between Side Burns and The Blonde -- this I recall. (Pretty one-sided in all fairness.) The Blonde was, I believe, a bit taken aback by the whole display. Said he couldn't see himself as Andrew McCarthy, somehow he'd always be Ducky.

Ducky.

I wanted to grow up to be Annie Potts in that movie. Now that I have, I'm not so sure.

Anyway, they both ended up splitting -- ain't that the way? -- which is just as well, I'm sure.

Mo looked amazing with her new black hair. Seeeeeexy. Party Girl was up to no good as usual. Good God, I love her. The BETTY girls showed and brought me a book of spells. Love spells I think. Hm.

Fuzzy dice, a silk scarf, perfume, a purse, a Betty Page zippo, liquor, liquor, liquor.

Liquor? You liquor -- you brought her.

((RIM SHOT))

And I got an antique Underwood Portable typewriter. It's most wonderful. I feel like a Marlowesque detective for some reason. And The Blonde gave me his cell number. Which made me feel all flavors of special.

Got the following from Old Aunt Amy. Funny girl, that one.

"Today on 'Dating the Same Circle', Auden finds out that Casseopia's kiss with Wharton is fraught with difficulty as he is friends with Antonio and Ilya who recently walked out of Casseopia's birthday party after a chance meeting with Morrigan, the infamous pop star in Metropolis and vicariously through whom Auden and Casseopia met. Next week, the arrival of Dignan throws the Metropolitans into a tizzy and Auden prepares for her trip to Ireland to win the heart of Desmond. 'Dating the Same Circle' has been brought to you by Jack Daniels. When you need to forget the rest of the world, Jack's always there."

Frankie Baby is in town tonight.

I'm working at Blue Velvet until 10, run home, shower, change and then Blackstar to meet Frankie, Pretty Music, Baldo and This Mortal Coil or whatever that boy's name is. Rope? No, Cord? His name is Cord.

Last night didn't end up such a bad one, despite early indications to the contrary. A handsome and brilliant English writer bought me a glass of Chianti, which I finished concurrent with the first Pedro Romero chapter of The Sun Also Rises. I then treated myself to a cab home and slept soundly right by the fan.