On Saturday (July 11) Aaron and I met up with Robin Finnell, one of “our lesbians”, whom we met on a Caribbean cruise a couple of years ago. That particular voyage was filled with assorted disappointments, and also a lot of fun, but the best part was the friends we made at the queer get togethers nearly every night of the trip; people we still keep in touch with, 6 of whom have visited us in New York. Robin was passing through for work, letting us know in advance that she’d love to get dinner with us and that she wanted to see the Stonewall Inn. I arranged for us to have a late dinner together at Fellini Cucina in the village, within walking distance of Stonewall and solving all sorts of issues. We met there around 8. The food was good. The company was excellent. The walk to Stonewall was relaxing. And to see Robin enjoying it all was wonderful. We walked Robin to her car and headed home.
Sunday, I did very little. We had Bernard, one of our repeat repairmen over to fix our defective water pump, which we expected to be a relatively fast job, but it wasn’t. He needed to get parts, which took several hours and while he finished that day (which we’re very thankful for), we didn’t really have time to do much together. We had hoped to watch at least one episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation together. Instead I mostly played a game on my phone and watched YouTube videos / podcasts about serial killers. Many of which concerned neighborhoods in Michigan that I was more than a little familiar with. Creepy. I’ve never been into much of anything related to true crime, but this was oddly entertaining.
Monday, Aaron invited me to see “Oh, Mary!” with him on Broadway. I knew he was going because it had been on the calendar for a long time, but he’d not invited me before – as it was originally to be a day out with an old friend of his. Honestly, I’d very much wanted to go and was a little miffed I hadn’t been invited before. But due to not having been invited, I stayed up all night on Sunday/ Monday, so I was now exhausted, and turned the offer down. He was sad that I didn’t feel I could go so I told him I’d tough it out – only right after that, I learned that the cast had just changed again, the people I wanted to see in it, were no longer there. He saw my disappointment and said he’d find others to go with him, which was kind – and for the best. I really was exhausted.
Oh. Also, I watched the penultimate episode of this season of The Vampire Lestat, S01E06 “Montreal”, which adapted elements of “Merrick” in shocking new ways that had me in tears! The story also featured references to Cortland Mayfair, so a cross series reference from “Interview with the Vampire” to “Mayfair Witches”, which I will most likely try to watch again in the near future. The ending, which felt entirely original to this adaptation, albeit thematically linked to events from several of the books, left us on quite a cliffhanger and I’m curious to see how the season will be resolved on Sunday. I’m not looking forward to waiting 2 years for another season. I guess Season 3 of Mayfair Witches will out next year, which is another reason to give the series another shot, extending my association with this so-called “Immortal Universe”. And again, I feel like how you watch it all is the first 2 seasons of “Interview”, then the Mayfair Witches, then the 1 season of Talamasca, and then back to Lestat. But I’ll likely test that theory out at some point.
I spoke to my grandmother. I brought up the serial killer documentaries I’d watched and I was shocked to hear her name some of the killers, explaining that not only had she been around when many of the killings took place (as had I), but she owned books on the subject, including “The Michigan Murders”, explaining that those murders (just before my time) had terrified her as she worried about her daughters on a regular basis. Apparently my rather morbid weekend sojourn is something shared by various members of my family. Fascinating. She’s always surprising me.
I slept relatively well Monday night. This morning, Aaron showed me how to download an app on my phone that is connected to our new scale. I weighed myself and it gave me all sorts of information. Apparently I’m still overweight, but for the first time in at least 6 years, I’m under 200 pounds. 198.4, to be exact. And that’s definitely progress. I was 207 at a doctor’s appointment about a month ago. I know I’ve been a little more active but my diet has also changed quite a bit, so I’d guess that’s why I’ve improved. I believe I topped out around 220lbs – a little higher maybe? Something like that. So I’ve lost about 21 pounds. For years and years I weighed around 170, but I also didn’t look or feel healthy, so 180 sounds good to me. But I’ll also consult my doctors and see what the team thinks.
Today’s journal title song quote is from “This Is Not An Exit”, the final song from the “American Psycho” musical adaptation of the 1991 Bret Easton Ellis novel, which also features the song title as it’s final line. I was thinking of this on Saturday when I snapped a picture of just such a sign at the Stonewall Inn.
