I again went to that nifty little Morrison Street wine and tini bar the other night, what a comfortable place that is. That's a bar in which it's possible to permanently solve a host of stubborn personal problems and really begin to live. I'd go there all the time if I could afford it. My friend J surprised and delighted me by buying me two bottles of wine there, an early birthday present. That night I watched Robert Altman's 3 Women, newly on DVD. That's a movie I absolutely treasure. I wish I could've watched it with C, it's a movie you really want to view in the inebriated company of a slightly crazy but fascinating woman, and anyway I know she adores it as much as I do. Too bad she's 3000 miles away. I need a new slightly crazy but fascinating female friend is what I need. Any candidates? I love when Shelley Duvall is showing Sissy Spacek how to put the aerosol cheese on the Sociables, in preparation for a dinner party that clearly exists only in her deluded mind. There's something so wretchedly true about such moments. Let's just say that I view such scenes without a trace of condescension.