Emma Lee, the scatterbrain that she is, missed Elvis’s birthday this year. She was busy making a carrotcake with blue frosting (go Mets!) for Blondie’s 26th, eating dim sum in Flushing, Queens (Jade Palace: go, and get there at 11 AM, practicing her sabotage techniques (spontaneous crying is quite the booby trap); and watching movies about art .She hopes Elvis will forgive with well-intentioned pen and ink.
Recent natal days and all, she’s feeling pretty low tonight… still nursing a cold that came after the 20ยบ polar bear swim Jan 1 at Coney, got in a fight with the New BF, and had to say goodbye all over again to Diana Ross. It doesn’t help she saw a ghost on the train tonight, got a call from one two days ago, and ran into a third last week at Redd’s. So she’ll probably watch an hour about American Art with Vincent Scully, then go to bed. Elvis may get jealous for lack of attention, but he’ll pull through.
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