Thursday, April 30, 1992


3:00 pm

I don't know if my body can handle this shit. Alton, Sune and I went to see "El Cabo del Miedo" last night. Terribly suspenseful -- even in Spanish. Then we went to Donde where my Swedish neighbor was playing and also a salsa band played. They had free champagne. The bartenders were spraying it all over everyone all night long. Una locura. Just madness. But, of course, fun. Didn't get home until after 5:00 am. Didn't feel so good when I got up, but I'm better now. I still am not meeting new people. Or even getting to know the old people better. Saw Cameron again, but didn't talk to him. I should. He doesn't really have any friends. Potential! The weather's damn perfect again. This evening, Mitchell and I are doing a site-survey at the church. We have 3 First Communions tomorrow, 2 on Saturday and 2 on Sunday. Yea! I need to earn money. And I need a change of pace. I saw Yop again yesterday. He may not go to Torremolinos to work this summer. So maybe he and I could live together from July on. He's really doing a lot with his Spanish friends. He meets people so easily. Gitta asked me yesterday if Bob was "just a friend" and I said no. Later on, she was teasing me about wanting to get my hair cut "for him." It's too bad she's leaving next week! Barbara's been meeting new men every night. I'm so jealous! I think I need to stay in tonight, although I keep thinking I should go to the gay bar. Aw, shit. Marcus -- the Swedish cyclist -- and I talked a lot about being lonely and how it's good for you. I'm not sure I remember why it's good for you! I was thinking today of going back to Detroit. Now I have to wait, wait, wait. For Bob. For Detroit.