S'up, Muh DAB? - Is this Bye Bye? Part 2

Allow me to describe the setting of the event which led to the demise of Muh DAB, Brett.

At the time of the wedding, I was engaged in a long bit of cat sitting.

The wedding was in Long Beach. Hotel rooms were utilized.

Normally, I would have gotten a room to be close to the wedding party

for the weekend of events, but I had cats, lovely, lovely cats to sit.

So, what it meant was, in order for me to attend all of the wedding weekend events,

I’d have to drive to Long Beach and back every day.

AND I DID because I wanted to be there for everything;

I had already felt separated, enough!

The first event was a light food and cocktail get together on Friday night,
a night to greet the out-of-towners and make sure people got settled in nicely.
I, for dang sure, wanted to go to that!
How much more would I be separated if the out-of-towners didn’t see/meet me?
…and there were cocktails!

The next day was the day of the wedding.

Close friends of the grooms arrived early, 

shared in some pre-wedding cocktails

and took fancy wedding pictures. 

This is Brett and his gang

I thought not to let the fancy clothes and locale go to waste

and shot a couple of portraits

(Kate Romero turned the camera on me)

After pictures, we had more pre-wedding Cocktails...

People started arriving...

While that was going on, 

the lovely Aynsley prepared to officiate!

Then, it happened.

Aynsley hitched them.

(I don't have any photos of it happening, 

because I actually wanted to be present and

let the hired photographer catch those moments while I

cried enjoyed the ceremony.)

And just like that,

they were married and the reception started!
People went nuts!

We ate!

We danced!

And we drank!

It was a great reception!!

The next day was the post-wedding brunch!

It was a lovely affair

at Parkers' Lighthouse!

We all enjoyed a breakfast buffet

and Mimosas!

After a few hours of enjoyment,

toasts were made,

husbands were kissed,

and we were sent on our merry way

to kill a few hours 

before the pizza party wind down

later that evening.

A small group of us decided to get a four person bike thingy

and ride along the beach path.

I took a few pics of the beach fauna

That dumb thing was terribly hard to power,

which you would think would be easy with four people peddling,

but you would be wrong.

We ran into some copy-cats on our way back

...and they didn't look like they were working as hard as we were...

maybe we had a flat tire.

At the end of the ride,

my fellow riders went to retire to their hotel rooms 

for the next four hours until the wind down.

I didn't want to drive back to L.A.,

then back down to Long Beach.

So I did the only sensible thing,

I walked over to the local movie house 

and bought a ticket to a nap palace

where they read me a bedtime story called 

ALADDIN.

I was very tired from the late night, 

early morning and four wheeling adventures,

so I slept through most of this movie.

After my colorful nap, 
I had just a little time to walk around the nifty shops 

across from the hotel.
The timing was perfect.

Finally, the last wedding weekend event;

The Pizza Party wind-down.
...and because Brett is fun, it was a 

PAJAMA Pizza Party!

We had a lovely time!

Most notably, 

we had fun playing Dennis Hensley's

You Don't Know My Life

And, also because Brett is Brett, 

we had a Pajama photo shoot

(That's how I wound up in Bed with Reba McEntire)

Eventually we said our goodbyes

and I got back to the cats for their late dinner

and that was that.

In the span of three days, 

I celebrated Brett's wedding

and lamented the loss of one of my top DABs.

Die Alone Buddies are hard to come by

and mine are dropping like flies!

Stay tuned, 

and I'll tell share with you 

how the 2 years + of Brett's marriage have gone for me.

A Final Click of the Ruby Reds

I was hired by The City of West Hollywood in July of 1999

My office surroundings were quite nice,

and I had great cubical real estate.

Just, look at all the space I had to fill with

fun photos and colorful plastic crap!

Along with my spacious accommodations 

were three more pods

that housed my fellow co-workers, with whom I got along famously!

...Especially, Katy.

Katy had the pod right next to mine

and we didn't have to go far to share a laugh,

a knowing glance

or the occasional air punch.
...And when Katy got tired of me, 

she could stack boxes of parking permit applications we were processing

to make a wall between our pods and declare

that I had been "Voted off the island".

Across the room from us were

Mattey & Winnie.

I gave them those nick-names because they had the same first name

and this was a cute, easy way to let them know which one I was addressing.

It caught on and soon the entire office was using the nick names.

The four of us were Admin Central for the department

and our meetings usually took place with us

surrounding the two short filing cabinets in the middle of the room,

getting business done and then laughing.

My Friend, Brett had developed a certain work code

which I adopted that is, simply stated,
"Friendly, not friends".

It's a simple rule that helps keep a healthy distance 

and boundary with people you see every day,

but don't need to share your most personal information

or private time with.
It just keeps it clean.

That rule went out the window with this group,

mostly with Katy.
The four of us would share personal information 

that one generally doesn't share with co-workers

about personal lives and histories.

We had a trust and a kinship.

We even spent personal hours with each other from time to time.

Most notable were the times that Mattey would invite us out to dinner,

or made dinner for us.

Mattey was the eldest of the crew

and quite the social butterfly.
He was the most inquisitive of us

and quite generous.

He had a blog called 
Dreams of Forest Lodge,

in which he recalled wonderful stories

of his fabulous life.

Sometimes it was hilarious, other times it was tragic, or scandalous,

or just plain touching.

Before he had the blog,

 he would write them and print them out,

or send as an email weekly.  

...His diary of a life REALLY lived.

His recollection of people, 

some quite historic, 

and the way they touched his life was amazing.

I enjoyed and admired how much Mattey was willing to share

and give.

As is apt to happen, even though there was no Yoko Ono,

our little band broke up.

Katy moved away, 
Winnie changed positions, 

I was transferred to another department 

and Mattey got to stay in his wonderful

window seat, doing the same job.
I think it's apropos that a big part of Mattey's job

was reading peoples' stories

and determining whether their citation contestation

merited a hearing.

Cut to the year of Covid-19,

at this point, 

Katy is still away 

and both Winnie & Mattey have retired.

Mattey continued his blog from his home in Palm Springs

with stories of dinners with friends, 

family memories

and the ducks on the lake.

Christmas 2020 I got 2 Christmas cards from him...

He was usually my first Christmas Card in the mail every year

and it was always a handmade affair

And a few weeks later, I got a second one, 

containing a photo of a fun time with friends of the past.

Then in February of 2021

came news that Mattey had passed away.

Then, some time later, 

I learned that he,

as so sensitively put by Evie Harris in GIRLS WILL BE GIRLS,

"passed himself away".

When that news was breaking,

and when it was broken to me, 

folks were saying to brace myself because it was a sad story.

As I was told,

he passed himself away on Valentine's Day

leaving notes for family & friends

explaining why he was doing what he did.

As I understand, his health was failing

and he didn't want to be a burden,

or go through an unbearable decline

and have his fabulous life

end in such a bummer way.

(That's as I understood it)

I didn't find it sad, beyond the declining health issue.

As one could determine from the name of my blog,

this is something I think about from time to time.

Dying alone.

But this is not a case of a man feeling so alone he 

chose to leave because he had no one.

This is the story of a man 

who led a wonderous, full life

having say in how that all ends.

He had friends all around and love.

He wasn't lonely.

Choosing Valentine's Day 

was a very different and unexpected 

way to express love for those he left behind (unburdened)

and himself.

When I was young,

I always thought,

"I'd never kill myself!"

I couldn't imagine that I'd ever feel so alone 

that I'd feel I had no one to turn to.

Over the years I've learned that suicide isn't just about loneliness

or depression.

Just like anything, 

there are many reasons people may choose to end their lives.

I don't think ANY reason makes it easier for those left behind,

but it does help when one understands why.

Now, this doesn't mean I'm putting suicide on my bucket list,

but I understand this one.

Mattey left notes, not just A note, 

but several to loved ones and friends.

When I heard about the notes,

I couldn't help but have a little pang of
"Aww, I didn't get a note."

That didn't make me feel any less important to Mattey,

I am secure in our friendship,

no more than it actually was,

or any less.

A few months later,

a retired co-worker and fellow friend,

Michelle,

stopped by the office to drop off something Mattey

had left for me.

I didn't know what it would be,

but my heart sparked with warmth

with the knowledge that Mattey 

had left me a note, after all.

Mattey left for me

this painting

HOME AGAIN, HOME AGAIN

Davidd Batalon

Oil on Canvas

2005

It's a painting Mattey bought,

supporting the artist,

as he would do,

and left to me, playing on my appreciation of art

and supporting artists

(as he did, coming to my shows in the basement

theater at Casita Del Campo, as well as

the few shows in Palm Springs)

The painting holds so much meaning for me,

especially because it came from Mattey,

but the one meaning I will share with you is this:

The man in the painting has his ruby red slippers in his hands,

and as we know from THE WIZARD OF OZ, 

if he wants to go home, he just needs to put the slippers on and click his heels 3 times:

He may not be where his wants to be, 

but he holds the power to go home any time he wants.

Mattey, you clicked your colorful heels for the last time

and now you're where you want to be.

Thank you for the gift, the inspiration and the love.