A list, from the final, eerily quiet but tense Tuesday to Tuesday, in August.
1. It was raining in the East End, and Tennis Pro asked me to meet him for lunch.
2. I got a late start on the return drive home to the city.
3. I checked in with a girlfriend who would be be staying with me one night, to coordinate her time of arrival. She lives in Boulder, CO, from where we know one another, and she was visiting here back East, then en route from Newport.
4. My phone rang - it was the husband of a longtime NYC girlfriend. He's a location manager for film and television. Could MTV use my loft for a one-day shoot? The producer and director would meet me at my loft to check it out.
5. We all arrived at my place about the same time.
6. The MTV gig was scheduled - they would film the following week. They would pay. Hooray.
7. My gal-pal and I caught up. We lolly-gagged and took our time to get ready for the evening, a Frenchtuesdays all-white party at Nikky Beach in midtown. She told me Nikky Beach is a club in Miami. I guess they opened a city outpost.
8. The Silver Fox phoned, agitated. He could not get into the Frenchtuesdays party, despite his white blazer and white shirt - something about his seersucker trousers. All I can think of is the line from Sophie's Choice, about Stingo, looking so nice in his "cocksucker."
9. I persuaded The Silver Fox to join us. He came down to the loft, after which we went around the corner to Sapa for a light dinner - and he picked up the tab. Afterward we headed to Frenchtuesdays for the last hour. We all of us strolled right in.
10. MTV shot the next day. Two distinct "oh-shit" moments. The first: One of the production assistants lost my extra set of keys - that provide intensive lock-security for the whole building (we don't have a doorman). One of my neighbors had fetched them from the freight elevator, and told me later, that he thought I had mistakenly left them there. Order was restored. The second: every piece of my furniture, and all my electronics, were disconnected, moved around, and up to thirty people were everywhere (mostly gaffers and grips). A dolly track, huge cameras, lights. Shyte!
11. As if a miracle, the entire crew departed before midnight, and everything was put back in place - 95%.
12. The floor was filthy, so I took a few hours to clean.
13. Look for two of a few MTV spots - advertising their new bilingual channel: Spanish-English.
13. After a three-hour nap, I headed East to The Savior's home to await the delivery of a new fridge. He'd been without for a month, and was out of town.
14. Afterward, I passed out for a little while, worked out, and had dinner with Tennis Pro.
15. Monsieur arrived chez The Savior's, and the next very rainy day, he, Tennis Pro, and I chilled indoors all day: television, food, and more (the latter-most with TP).
16. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. The lowering, rain-filled clouds. I met Tennis Pro for lunch, and I drove back to town, a vague foreboding that summer was ending. Soon.
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