The Precipices

September 20, 2014

I had just come back from dinner…

ambling up the stairs….

and my staircase takes a 180 degree turn at the landing…so you can never see who is coming down …..

my two wonderful roommates were descending …

Meg said “Clothing optional!!”…..

I said “Clothing Optional???”

Surprising Zach who was coming around the bend in the staircase..

He was startled and laughed and said “Oh Meg is planning a Pajama Party”……

which made me think of the last time I wore pajamas…guess it was last year on the Alaska cruise I took with my wonderful old friend Jim Reitzel…..

but it really has not been since High School that I wore pajamas…..

though I take that back…as frankly to be clothed in the early stages of a love relationship……is REALLY so much better…as it leaves more to the imagination…..

Sally Rand…the “Fan Dancer”….once told me many a year ago…..

“Robby…LEAVE everything to Curiosity ….. the longest you can….and THAT way you’ll be able to get the lover you want….

Let them discover your Valleys and Precipices”

She was a friend of one of my treasured memories…..

…the British actress Estelle Winwood….an old friend and tenant of my first lover Paul Millard….

ahh memories of that Full Moon evening years ago…

the night we went and saw Sally ….

the FIRST time and probably last time they had a “strip tease” artist at the Oh So proper (back then) Music Center in Los Angeles

….as we were descending from the second floor of the Dorothy Chandler…down the Grand Staircase….the HUGE Crystal chandelier above….

Estelle started humming “There is NO business like Show Business”

Paul on one side of this wonderful 90 year old actress…I on the other …instantly linked arms with her and we did High Kicks all the way down…much to everyone’s amusement….

I will NEVER forget a street cleaning early morn from that past….

when Estelle’s eyes snapped open…her hair netted….she always wore “frownies” back then…as they reduced the age lines around your eyes…

she sat bolt upright and said “Oh Shite!!!” as she realized she had to move her old whale of a Cadillac from one side of the street to the other…..

she grabbed a cigarette from its gold case….

lit it with her gold Dupont lighter …

inhaled deeply…

exhaling smoke rings…..

threw her floor length sable..over her nude body..and ventured out into the rain…

fag hanging precipitously from her mouth…

swearing like a sailor….as only wonderfully seasoned actors do…..

and regarding Pajamas

at my age now…a burka worn ALL night is better…as our aging bodies do not have the wonderful exciting valleys they once did….

the precipices are gone…..

One Response to “The Precipices”

  1. Richard said

    DIDN’T LIKE—LOVED IT. WHAT A WONDERFUL LIFE–AS WE SAY “IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE” ENJOY R&R

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