Reunions

Went to meet Ricky this afternoon -- he hasn't changed AT ALL, bless him. Now living with very nice doctor boyfriend (am I a yiddishe mama?) Tommy in a great apartment in Chelsea, a mere stone's throw from Splash, or SBNY, as it's now called -- Ricky's favourite hang-out in his "bachelor" days. He's given me a silver-coloured "Priority Pass" - could be dangerous, particularly as I see Monday night is Musicals night... Went down to look at the developments by the Hudson, including a new space made out of what looks like shipping containers called The Nomadic Museum. Also met up with Carlos, a friend of Ricky's I met four years ago. We've decided that we're going to try and contact Gregoire as well, to recreate the December 2001 tour. No Paulo, though, he went back to Brazil a couple of years ago. All went back to the flat for drinks, snacks and a current affairs debate. Hot topics: Michael Jackson: kiddy-fiddler or misunderstood genius?? (N.B. Tommy and Ricky say it has been proven that when he's on his own at Neverland, he speaks in a completely different voice, and that he has laid tripwires on the way to his bedroom.) Martha Stewart. And Blink by Malcolm Gladwell, which Tommy, Carlos and I have all read. Definitely going to go to the new MOMA on Friday with Ricky and maybe Carlos too - apparently it's free after 4 p.m. rather than the $20 it normally costs - a bargain. Got home at 9 p.m. but the leech doesn't seem to have been back all day, key was still waiting downstairs. I really do wish she'd sling her hook. But not long to go now. Ricky wants to go on the Queen of Hearts gay pleasure boat cruise on Saturday -- $25 round trip and that's with dinner thrown in!!!!