Well known Melbourne drag queen Renee Scott died a couple of days ago. I should qualify this as I think she lived as a woman. As Pokeys was a gay institution for many gay and lesbians, so was Renee who performed there for pretty well all of the time Pokeys was open. Maybe a reader or two might have been to Pennies, at the same venue.
It was sudden, a heart attack at the age of 61. The last time I saw her, she was behind the bar at The Prince of Wales Hotel in St Kilda, The Prince, when I sat outside in winter sunshine one afternoon and drank a refreshing beer. She looked good for her age. Maybe there had been a tuck here and there.
I emailed a couple of friends the same link as above. A micro second after I clicked send, I regretted doing so. Sure enough, my regret was soundly based.
He rang ten minutes later. I/we email him which reminds him of us, and he rings. I let it go to the answer machine and he left a brief message. Shortly after R arrived home and chastised me for not answering and insisted I call him back.
It is absurd. If I wanted to speak to him on the phone, I would have rang him. Instead I sent an email because I didn't want to talk on the phone, something I generally dislike doing anytime but I know at times I have to. All very well for him. He is retired with spare time. I work over forty hours a week, usually spend over an hour each day commuting and we have seen him three weekends in a row. Enough. He asked what we were doing over easter. I told him, which truthfully included no time for any catch up with him. He is a bit lonely, even though he has a somewhat neglectful partner.
I have learnt two lessons. I will no longer email him unless I am walking out the door. I will no longer tell R about such an email and phone call.
You may well think I am being an utter bitch to a friend, but if things don't work for me, they won't work for the other person either. I do with good grace, or not at all, unlike some people who do something and then moan and whinge afterwards, just as I am now because R was insistent that I call him back.
Speaking of phones, just as dinner was served tonight, Tradie Brother rang. I answered because if I call him back later, he will probably be four sheets to the wind. For once he may have had an excuse. He had to put his twelve year old Labrador down today. We saw Aus just a couple of weekends ago and it was clear to us that we would never see him again. He was your typical big slobbery Lab, always with a smile on his face. The kids are so sad too about the loss of their childhood dog but I am a firm believer in the old quote, it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.