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During all this excitement, another friend of ours (Bob) met us at dinner on Monday night. I hate to say it, but it was horribly depressing to see him. Hes a mess. Truly a fucked-up mess. He was two hours late for dinner, and when he did finally show, he was so insanely high. It was awful. BB was in complete denial of everything. That made it worse. Matt and Greg had to leave with Maddie because he was dropping f-bombs right and left and talking about porn and lots of non-sensical stuff in front of Maddie. The guys were pissed. Hy split. I wanted to cry seeing Bob like that.
Bob is a very successful psychiatrist. Ive always known him as somewhat of a party boy, and thats one of the things that I found so cool about him. Hes a brilliant man. Smart. Bright. Funny. Successful. His house is filled with amazing artwork. He throws outrageously awesome parties. But he works with messed up people all day long. Horribly messed up. And I think just doing that for years and years might have just messed him right up as well. Ive never seen anyone in such a state before. Im worried about him. Hes supposed to be going through some kind of drug treatment thing right now. Could it possibly be that whatever they give him in treatment makes him act that fucked up?? I cant imagine that. BB is much closer to him than I, and shes so oblivious. Either that, or shes trying to protect him. I dont know what to do. We talked about it in the car on the way back to the condo. BB says that hes lost most of his friends because they are tired of his shit. Thats one thing about BB. Shell stick with you until the bloody end.
When we got back to the condo, Greg was asleep in one of the twin beds in my room. I wonder if he and Matt had a fight. BB was still in practical joke mode. She stuck her chewed up gum in his mouth. I just love her. I miss not being able to just hang out with her. Shes a good, good friend. You just have to make sure to watch your back around her!
Got home Tuesday night around midnight. Snuggled with the kitty and immediately turned around the next day and went to San Francisco. If only I could have stayed. The weather was brilliant. Too bad we turned around and came back after a few hours. Back to reality. Lined up some more business trips yesterday, and Im now fretting about work.
Wishing I was still on vacation. Wait! I am! Its Friday and the Fourth of July! And Im sitting here in my apartment wasting time. Dammit. I need to get out now. Im supposed to go to some art exhibit thing with Stella tonight and Ive been invited to a rooftop party to watch fireworks. I suppose I should get up and get out into the heat.
Aaah. Summertime.
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