May 4th, 1990

May 4th, 1990

At David’s, Manhattan Beach, California

I’m writing this, by candlelight, from the roof terrace, where David is extremely amused by my need to “record the events of the day.” We’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch, with my feet planted firmly in his lap.

Staying focused right now isn’t exactly easy but I’ll start with this morning, when I woke up to the voice on the phone of the man presently rubbing my feet, and oh, that does feel good.

“Did you sleep?”
“Yeah but only for about two hours then I was wide awake again.”

“What did you do?”

“I got up and wrote until I used every bit of stationery in the room, then I went to the front desk and got more from Alvin.”

“Alvin?”
“Long story, I’ll tell you later.”

I met the girls for breakfast and they were as surprised to see me as I was to see them.

“How’s your head, Maxine?”

“Don’t ask,” she groaned. “I’m never drinking again.”

“Liar,” the three of us chimed, in unison.

We rented a car from the place next door and did indeed qualify for the heavy discount (thanks Alvin!) Maxine agreed that she was probably still drunk and therefore shouldn’t drive and I told them I hate driving in unknown territory. Monica can’t drive so that left Sarah, who fortunately said she didn’t mind.

Spent the day at Universal Studios which was so much fun and on the way back we screamed when Sarah alerted our attention to the Hollywood sign. Honestly, it was like “Four Go Wild In LA!” Amazingly, it’s the first time here for all of us and we’re in agreement that LA is, by far, the best route BA flies.

Maxine did a mock swoon when she spotted David, waiting in the lobby.

“I could just eat ‘im,” she gushed.

I just read that out to David. “I’m glad it’s dark so you can’t see me blushing,” he said, acting coy. Yeah, right!

The five of us made our way to the hotel bar, where a freshly arrived crew were indulging in their first round of Long Island Iced Teas.

“Dare we?” Maxine asked.

“Are you serious? After last night?”

“It’s my first time in LA,” she smiled.

“Oh, go on, then. I’ll join you!”

David told me he loves the expression I make when I’m writing. Apparently, it’s a bit of a turn on! I leaned over to him and in my sexy voice, I breathed, “I write all the time,” but no sooner were the words out, when I lost my balance and fell off the couch! We have literally been laughing for the last ten minutes, so much so that I couldn’t get up off the floor. Guess that’s the end of my sexy voice!

Ok, focus, focus…oh yeah, David also told me that when he saw me last night, with “the letter,” his initial thought was; “Shit! She’s pregnant!” I guess that explains why he asked if he should read it first. He said he was hesitant to touch me because he really wasn’t sure what was going on!

He just cracked up when I told him the first thing I saw when the taxi pulled up were the toys on the downstairs patio and that my first thought was “ohmygodhesmarriedwithkids!” To celebrate David being single and me not being up the duff, he just popped open a bottle of Champagne and I do need to make mention of the fact that his fingers are no longer on my feet!

Concentrate, concentrate…tonight we went to eat sushi at a super trendy Japanese restaurant in Westwood, filled with the most beautiful wait staff ever. The place had a super cool vibe and David took great pleasure in pointing out the various celebrities dotted around the restaurant. Sadly, none of them are famous across the pond so it was lost on me!

After dinner, David played tour guide and I especially liked Beverly Hills. I already feel like I’ve seen so much in such a short space of time. What a place!

And phew, those beautiful fingers of his are fast movers…

 

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