Dorothy; Roadhouses; Dangling Conversations; Onomatopoeia Gurgles

Paraphrase of the caption to a cartoon someone mentioned to me. Dorothy with the Cowardly Lion, Tinman and Scarecrow are standing in the Emerald City, apparently before the Wizard. Dorothy says, "And can you make sure I have a large, very loyal gay following."

Quote from The Advocate from singer Lorna Luft, Judy Garland's other daughter. "You've heard the phrase 'friend of Dorothy'? My mother WAS Dorothy."

Who was Lorna's father? I've heard of Vincent Minnelli, Liza's father, but I have no idea about Luft.

Last night I had dinner with a friend at one of the Texas-roadhouse-type places. (In this case, the Texas Lonestar.) Not to be confused with a nearby place that is of a similiar ilk - The Roadhouse. Nor should either be confused with the Aussie clone - Outback. Busy places. Amazingly busy, in fact. Now that I think of it, all the restaurants in that quadrant are busy. Hit one at the wrong time, and you can expect an hour wait. To which I say, "Screw!" You can always move on to the next place.

Said friend's friend is off visiting momsy in Florida, so it was just the two of us. The conversation was scattered and desultory with no discernable pattern. (When I type "scattered," it came out "scarred." I wonder what that means? A Freudian slip of some kind.) I noticed that I did babble about the impact of "O-Town."

It started raining yesterday slightly before I went to dinner and continued for an hour of so, then stopped. But then it started again this morning, which was lovely. I could hear the rain splashing and splattering and pinging against the house as I lay curled in bed with the cats. I remebered listening to the rain at my grandmother's when I was a kid, many years ago. She lived in an old farm house with a tin roof, and when it rained the roof reverberated with tin-drum-like sounds. Slow sonic ripples and quick elf taps and long onomatopoeia gurgles. There was also a small shed for storing potatoes that was one of my favorite places in the rain. I'm sure I spent hours there surrounded by wet volleys.

Crap! I wanted to write some more, but I feel too tired to continue.

PAX!