I find I am having a hard time getting accustomed to LA again. I had the usual jetlag that lasted 2 days. But after it disappeared I found myself still feeling like a stranger in my own skin. It must be all the sunshine. I like London’s often crappy weather. It suits me. It makes me really appreciate the days of great weather more. Here every day is postcard weather perfect – almost. It makes me crazy. But LA is where the bf is so I’ll just have to get used to it.
I’m still learning more about him every day. For instance he has little appreciation for English history. I found that out in Scotland on our anniversary. I thought I found the perfect gift. First year anniversary presents are supposed to be paper. So in July I bought a letter at a Sotheby’s auction. It was from Mary, Queen of Scots to Lord Bothwell, who would later become her third husband. I thought it was kind of romantic. When I gave it to him at dinner he was ...
underwhelmed. Only after I explained that it was thought Bothwell killed Mary’s second husband so they could marry did he express any real interest. “Kinky” was his remark. After we were back in London I heard gay Scott ask him what I had given him His answer was “an autograph from some old queen named Mary”.
His gift to me was the director’s shooting script for
Theatre of Blood filled with hand written notations in the margins. I loved it. So he trumped me with the gift. He gave me something he
knew I would like. I gave him something I
thought he would like. I won’t make that mistake again. Second year anniversary gift is cotton. I’ll have to start thinking about that. But third year gift is leather. I know exactly what to get him for that one.
