achelor #…. which number was he again, the UC Grad student? Anyway, we went to first Thursday openings tonight and then dinner at Tu Lan, a favorite Vietnamese greasy spoon on what Midge refers to as “skid row” in Vertigo. Each dish could feed my whole family and all of my stepson’s moms and stepdads. We ordered four dishes. It looked like the emperor should have been sitting at our table. There was much interesting art to see, but I’m tired, so go see the show of Blah Blah at Jeffrey Fraenkel and What’s-Her-Name at Stephen Wirtz, both really great shows with highly developed conceptual and visual conceits.
I’m not feeling any heat from Bachelor #__, although I keep catching him doing the darting the eyes to my crotch thing when I look away. Are we just programmed to do that? He does have a marvelous mind, though, and his thoughts and observations are a delight to be around.
Davide came over when I got home to watch a movie but our kvetching took up too much viewing time and we had to abandon Good Morning, Night halfway through. Time to abadon you, too. Good night, my dears.