September 24, 2004
Well, I finally had dinner with my houseguest. He had been out of the house for what seemed like days until I got a call from the swtichboard at the Reeg-Bev-Wil. Sam had been staying there for two days and wanted me to pick him up. It really had been days. Turns out he's working on a new play and I'm in it. I won't act in it, mind you, but somehow I'm in the text of it. Manolo, it turns out, was the inspiration for a character from a play he wrote a couple years back. He told me all of this as he threaded the Vega through Cold Water Canyon. Sam yelped every time he up-shifted. The sunlight there was brilliant. I pretended as if I was wearing sunglasses to make me feel better. We supped a few hours ago. As Sam tasted his third bottle of wine he told Manolo to "take the night on."