December 1st, 1990
Chester Grosvenor Hotel, Chester, England
We arrived to a chilly Manchester where the temperature is similar to that of New York but a whole different world for sure.
This hotel is exquisite, which, considering I’m spending all my time in the room, is a good thing. Sally and Rowena have the company of their boyfriends and invited me out with them but, no thanks.
It’s Saturday night, which means Saturday morning in Los Angeles, where I imagine David is waking up to yet another sunny day. I need to stop thinking along those lines. But how?