The power went out this afternoon. While our neighbors fretted over raw turkeys in ovens, we showered and dressed by candlelight.
Stepping into the hospital, I began perceiving gloomy ghosts desperate to communicate. We sat with him for an hour, his white beard growing while the clock tick-tocked. He may be going home tomorrow.
A precious baby boy greeted us, his angelic smile filling us with the freshness of new life. I held him, silently giving thanks to his parents, to him, to God. I breathed in his purity and peace. He recognized me and spoke with his eyes.
A broken man embraced me and I almost broke down. I hope I was able to transfer a bit of peace to him.
I ate a few bites of tortellini pasta and salad, afraid of undercooked turkey. I listened to the nightmares of a beautiful girl. I tasted a decadent chocolate mousse. I said I would see all of them tomorrow. He dropped me off and would meet me later on.
She looked gloriously young on her birthday. She wore two CASIMIRA pieces with unsurpassed style and glamour. I ate a bit of turkey breast (their power never went out) and Nicaraguan stuffing. I left four raisins on my plate and drank a glass of chilled white wine. There were six desserts not including birthday cake. My favorite was his bread pudding made from churros and drizzled buttered brandy.
The art critic arrived after me and had to eat while others watched. He did not touch the turkey, but enjoyed the ham.
Ava Gardner arrived late but lovely. She seemed tired and a bit sad. I need to spend more time with her.
The diplomatic chef and famous surgeon disappeared. Perhaps they went to watch Grey’s Anatomy?
I received a dedicated Coco Chanel book, a belated birthday gift. Coco and Carolina Herrera are two of my favorite designers.
Conversation fluttered between art and sex. At one point, circumcised penises where sketched on paper napkins while a forest green linen napkin became a visual aide. She claimed not to know about kundalini or penises and is terrified of snakes. As a paparazzo played with his new equipment I began to understand Sean Penn.
We discussed the possibility of publishing a book dedicated to celebrating the life of a great man.
I spontaneously took one of the sculptures off my neck and gave it to him. He was so happy and so was I.
While driving our friend home, we saw deer and foxes. Good omens. We are blessed, truly blessed...
It was a very full evening...I would love not to have to see another human being for the next 48 hours...over stimulation of the senses, especially my sixth sense...
a few Thanksgiving highlights
