The End of the Affair

When I was in Los Angeles, (I realize I was only there for six days, but blogging is cheaper than therapy….so just bear with me, alright?) I only saw two celebrities. Gil Bellows was buying stuff at the Apple Store and Julie Delpy sat down next to me at brunch.

In case I need to refresh your memory, Gil Bellows made his modest fortune starring as the forever-unavailable boyfriend on Ally McBeal, who was rendered especially unavailable after a buzz cut, bleach job and brain tumor.

Julie Delpy, to her credit, makes charming, heartbreaking films about chance encounters with a cute boy who has a tangled emotional connection with a fellow Thurman.

As someone who derives a great deal of joy from interpreting omens and will go on ad nauseam (like now) about synchronicity, it was very foolish of me to ignore that bit of bitter-sweet foreshadowing to the whirl-wind L.A. romance that began seven weeks ago. I didn’t ignore “the signs” when things were good, but when they pointed to a less desirable outcome, I tried like hell to ignore them. As a very remarkable fella told me today, “You knew where this was going…..”

Yeah. I did. I did when I got on the plane at LAX and cried all the way back to St. Louis. I even took pictures! I don't live off blog.

Well. That’s it. I’m done. The four two of you that read this know exactly where I’m going -- and it’s either the bar or the bathhouse.

A chapter ends. A page turns. You walk outta some door and let a butterfly free on this beach that has some footprints on it and it comes back to you through an open window…Oh, hell, I dunno. My metaphors are all mixed up today and my mind is mush. I’m feeling a little peckish, less wistful and am now looking forward to making mischief and moving the narrative forward. In other words, I’m gonna go watch the Opposite of Sex, smoke a carton of cigarettes and get laid.

There’s a lotta good stuff left to share about my trip last week. I still have to write about Marty and Elayne, shopping on Melrose and a very Brady visit to the Valley.

But that’s writing that will come from a semi-level head versus a semi-leveled heart.

And with that, I turn……exiting stage left….Christina Ricci supplying the voiceover:

“If you think I'm just plucky and scrappy and all I need is love, you're in over your head. I don't have a heart of gold and I don't grow one later, OK?"

while today’s horoscope flutters on the screen:

You'll be wearing your emotions like a t-shirt today, and they'll be the first thing others will notice when they see you. Fortunately, the heavens have arranged for you to be in a wonderful mood -- unpredictable, perhaps, and unusual, for sure, but pleasant. So don't worry about offending anyone (not that you would) and don't hold anything back. The fans will love you, exactly as you are.