Yesterday was a good day. I woke up and immediately met friends for a matinee of "Chicago" which wasn't as horrible as I had anticipated. Creating celebrity by committing murder is an ugly message. I didn't like it in the play and even though the film was way more enjoyable (no sweaty chorus boys right up in your face), the book is still weak. But Renee was really good, Catherine ZJ is a big, sexy ponygirl and John C. Reilly is as dreamy as ever.

I came home, took down the tree, cleaned the house and then an old friend of Billy's, Manuel, came over with his brother, Jorge. Jorge is severely retarded with facial deformities, and Manuel tends after him with such sweetness and love. It was inspiring. I had met them before several times but always with Billy. We went out for sushi, talked for a few hours and it was great. Jorge kept interrupting (he's 20 something but is still stuck at age 5) and Manuel would carefully tell him to stop talking or we'd pause to hear what Jorge had to say then continue our conversation. I clearly saw last night why Billy loved Manny so much. Both Leos, both gentle.

Bob and I went to bed, caught up on the news shows (This Week, McLaughlin Group, some Up Close episodes), ate some donuts around 1am then went to sleep. Right before waking up, I was having some very graphic sexual dreams. That hasn't happened in a long time. Nice.

Current Mood: satisfied