Tango

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Just got back from lovely San Juan and now I'm studying, preparing for next week's talk.
I just paid over five bucks for the premiere issue of Tango, the magazine about relationships.
Man-on-the-plane on relationships: "you're going to look and look and not find anything, then all of a sudden..."
It's official: I'm looking.

Waiting to Exhale

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My friend, Princess, is in the chorus for a play in Hollywood on the life of Sojourner Truth. I just saw the show. Powerful performances; make me wanna go to church.
And I MET ANGELA BASSETT. Happy me! She was watching the show too. She is beautiful and was very very warm. I want to remember those special moments. aah.
I hung out afterwards with Winston, Princess, Holly, and Anna. Really cool time, I tell ya.

Crooning

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I finally visited my neighbors of six months today (4am - 5am). I was attracted to their fine music wafting through to my apartment. Greek and Ukrainian, they're cool chics who smoke a lot. They played some Italian stuff while I was up there; one was titled Happy Feet and the vocalist was probably Paolo Conte.
I've got a lot of second-hand smoke this week. I don't know how much is harmful...
I'm going back to sleep now.