Sarah decided to stay in Africa for an additional two weeks to visit Botswana and Krueger National Park. She likes the animals and the animals like her. She enjoys the Safari stuff where I am not that moved by it at all.

I am in charge of the house while she is gone. Nothing major, just watering the plants, trash collection, litter boxes and there is the issue of Thor. Thor is one of her three black cats. He is the only one that I have a relationship with; the other two remain hidden and reclusive. He has a heart thing and requires two pills every day administered rather forcefully down his throat. He does not do the mixing it up in the cat food thing. Now that I am writing about it, it seems rather odd; it is something to ask Sarah about when she returns on Friday. I would much rather give Thor his pills in some sort of tasty, gooey diced cat food instead of throwing them down his throat.

Do not become alarmed about this. There is a technique to give pills to animals this way, it involves quick fluid movements. I used to work for a vet when I was in high school and learned quite a few things, one of them was how to administer pills to an unwilling patient. Although I am confident that I am minimizing my buddy’s discomfort the best way I can it still upsets me.
Those cats are Sarah’s kids and she loves them very much. I have seen the one she calls Speck only once since I have been home. That cat goes out of her way to be hidden. It isn’t uncommon even when Sarah is home, that it would be days before any visible sign of Speck. The fact that I hadn’t seen her in a while was not out of the ordinary.

Friday is the day to water the plants so I was making my way around the house visiting the greens. Slowly I opened the door to Sarah’s room to avoid startling the cats who hang out there. I walked in with the watering can to see Speck lying at the foot of the bed. Usually she is off the bed and under it by the time I get into the room so it seemed strange that she was still there. I walked up to her quietly thinking she was sleeping, as I put my hand on her side it was clear she was no longer with us.

Judging from how I found her and the fact that the cats all had a chance to go outside when the Handyman came by the day before I think she got into something poisonous outside. I cannot think of anything worse happening than Sarah’s cat passing. I called the vet and asked if they would not mind holding the body until Sarah gets back home and decides what to do with her. It really sucks on every level imaginable and to boot, I have a whole week to sit on this before she returns.

I packed up the last box at 12:30 this afternoon, did the dishes and it was then, when everything had been completed,and it was time to say goodbye to Mike, that the emotional raincloud that had been hovering above me for the past few days opened up. I cried when I said goodbye to Mike and cried a little driving out of PS. The sadness was soon overtaken by extreme excitement at driving cross country and making a stop in Cleveland to see Mom and some old school chums. I am so stoked to be in Boston again and having my little beach house in P’town. It’s going to be a great summer.

We have a gathering at a local gin joint tonight. It’s called Cocktails With The Stars over at Micky’s. Local celeb Jason Seacrest hosts the show while Chi Chi provides the soundtrack. The evening consists of one or two porn stars being interviewed by Jason followed by a small meet and greet thing with free porn raffled out. I was there with Luca Dicorso and newbie Cole Ryder. Boy Wonder stopped by as well as some dear old friends of mine from years past who live in Studio City now. It was free beer, good people and mozzarella sticks. I am off to San Fran at the crack of dawn tomorrow. Then it’s a little decompression and luxury before my cross country trek.

Raging Stallion has scheduled a scene with François and some other dudes to be shot today. Last night we had to relocate our sleeping quaters to allow room for a new import. We slept in F’s twin bed. Yup, a twin bed. I think we managed quite well to be honest. At one point I woke up because my right side had fallen asleep and I found myself staring right at his handsome mug. I have never been a fan of the “watching him sleep thing” but MAN! He has this curve to his lips right under his nose and a dimple in the chin that just beckons for glares. I stayed up an extra minute and lost all feeling in the right side of my body. Well worth it b/c when I finally threw my shoulder over he woke up slightly and turned over!

As I kissed him goodbye, he said that he would call me later. I had a feeling his scene was going to carry him way into the night. I do not know Raging Stallion and their shooting styles, but I know porn. Any scene involving 3 or more guys is a crap shoot as far as time is concerned. I didn’t have the desire to say goodbye to him. I was totally comfortable living in denial till tomorow morning when I leave. I hate drawn out goodbyes; especially when that goodbye means being separated by an ocean. I am not good at goodbyes. They are always “see you laters”.

It was cold when I returned home and I spent the afternoon doing laundry, getting stoned and finishing the Ben and Jerry’s N.Y. SuperFudge in Kevin’s fridge. All done to the stylings of season 5 of Six Feet Under. Kevin suggested visiting our neighborhood bar, Moby’s, for a game of pool with the boys over some drafts. The bartender, John, who was just getting off, was unbelievably gracious and bought all of my Red Hooks. He would have bought the rounds for the crew, but my frinds are in the middle of training. They have signed up for a Triathalon involving a swim from Alcatraz! Well, I was not training and told John to keep the pint glass full!

I enjoy pool. I enjoy beer. The two shall not mix. That was my lesson today. At 9:30 on a Thursday the last thing you want to be doing is sloshing your way around a pool table. At one point I gave Kevin my cue stick and surrendered. It was for the better of everyone’s evening. After an obligatory slice of pizza from Marcello’s (The Best!) it was off to bed. I drifted off to sleep a little drunk and very blue.