July 31st, 1990
Flight from LHR – LAX
Pacific Shore Hotel, Santa Monica, California
I’m writing this from the king size bed in the hotel but don’t fear, David is here! It’s not quite as fantastic as being on David’s rooftop terrace but at least we’re together and I have to say how desirable he looks sleeping, which, considering I’ve been up for twenty-seven hours is something I ought to be doing!
David has a meeting on this side of town first thing in the morning so we decided to meet here. I was ecstatic and relieved when I opened the door to his beautiful smiling face and his floppy blonde surfer hair that looks a bit longer than usual.
“See?” he said. “Getting together again by the end of the month wasn’t a pipe dream after all.”
“Lucky me,” he said, kissing me.
He got serious when I told him about Granda and wrapped me in a great, big hug that lasted for ages and felt so good.
“You wanna just stay in?”
“No, let’s go downstairs, my crew all want to meet you.”
“Uh-huh, they’re a really nice bunch, you’ll like them. And it’ll be good to get out.”
We enjoyed a couple of Long Island Iced Teas and some laughs at the bar before heading to Café Casino, where we held hands across the table and didn’t shy away from saying; “I love you.”
There’s so much more I want to write, but I’m fading fast…oh, Mel Gibson was on our flight and I managed to get his autograph.