fri 16 jul 1999 12:00:00 — allston ma
birthday at four seasons
on aj's birthday, 5 july, which was a monday, i planned to take her out to a nice restaurant and splurge i guess just to show her how much i loved her and because she and i have never really been to any really exclusive restaurants together. so i made a rezzie at aujordhui, which is the restaurant upstairs inside the four seasons. aj phoned me and left a message saying she was checking into the possibility of staying at the holiday inn that night because it was so insufferably hot at her apt. she was even going to get an air conditioner for the first time, after having thought she never really needed one. she wasn't immediately able to get a smoking room at the holiday, and so i got it into my head to reserve a smoking room on the smoking floor of the four seasons, just to complete the absurd splurge. so i dressed up in a suit and went there. it must be at least 102 degrees at this point. a deadly fever. the building is so nondescriptly rectilinear flat brick on the outside, you wonder what makes it so nice, but inside it's rather the picture of opulence, with lots of marble steps and old looking decor. plus it's scrumptiously cool inside, of course. dinner is nice and yummy. i think she had lamb. everybody is quiet in there. we went upstairs to our room, turns out we had so much space it was more than i thought i bargained for, a whole like living room sort of thing with an extra TV in the cabinet, sorta like the room we got in baltimore when the hotel was trying to suck up to film people, only this one was full price. then another trip down to that bristol bar mentioned above. sat there in the soft big chairs too far from the little round table. then went upstairs to our chilly room and got under the blankets, me thinking again that i was so tired i didn't have the strength to fuck, and finding out i was wrong. in the morning we left early because she had to work. she said thank you for a wonderful et cetera.
peace has returned to my life today because psychopatrick has left to go off on his own. although you might say, because we have no idea where he's headed or how he's gonna take care of himself, it's more of like the ending of a horror movie where you see a slight possibility of the haunting coming back again in the future. i shall have to write about him after a few days when i better understand it. let's just say for now it's a bit unsettling experience, sleeping among the mad.