fifteen. hamburgers, people from the late 80s and early 90s

Tony! Toni! Toné! came to pay Elvis visit; they arrived yesterday afternoon after driving STRAIGHT from central Florida. Fortunately, they could break up the ride because there are three of them.

Elvis took the fellas to DuMont Burger. It was delicious. Elvis, of course, opted for the smaller burger. Five ounces of patty was plenty.

There was a well-intentioned trip to galleries, but Elvis, Emma Lee, and Tony! Toni! Toné! couldn’t find any paintings they liked. (The prints at IPCNY were nice, though). All was not for naught: Elvis did find a new jump suit for spring in meatpacking.

Lastly, Elvis, Emma Lee and Tony! Toni! Toné! went to the Abbey, to say hello to Frank the Friendly Ghost (see day 13). Elvis had a few brews.

While Elvis saw the red head again (see Bevvies on Bedford). He is still not JB, but it was revealed that he was a neighbor of Elvis from 1986 to 1999 or thereabouts in the Laurelhurst neighborhood of Seattle. When Elvis started talking about the park and other very local details of geography, Chris got freaked out, and went home.

Over the course of the evening, Emma Lee saw two painter men she knew, and met a third. (“Painter men” are guys 35+, with established careers, “sculptor boys” are the 28 and under crowd that she routinely, unsuccessfully, dates. See Mike the ghost #2.) Javier insisted she should draw like John Singer Sargent. A ten-minute attempt is attached. She would have liked for the picture to not be so fuzzy, but there’s not very much light in the kitchen because Tony! Toni! Toné! is still sleeping on the couch.

7:53 AM. Time to write books. Put another pot on, and kisses all around.