31-July to 1-Aug-1985 Wed – Frank arrives

31-July-1985 Wed. – 1-Aug-1985 Thurs

Took my laundry to the laundromat and didn’t know whether she was going to take care of it or not – I looked at her, stumbling and she lost patience and said, “speak to me, sir, please speak to me!”.  Christ!  Settle down, woman.  Frank came in early and I hardly recognized him even after he called my name and I looked right at him.  We went home, Frank showered while I went to lunch (with John, Marci, and Colette). Came back, had beer with John and Joel. I picked up my laundry with Frank, went to Dom and fortress, then made it to dinner (with Tony) and to Xenakis. Concert was not as good as last one – although one piece had same percussionists. Then we went and met John, Marci, Joel, and Helga at Sternbrau. Then I realized that I had left my wallet at the Mozarteum.  F & I returned but all was closed. Went back to Altstadt to find Marci, John, and Joel saying goodbye to Helga.  F & I found a place for F to eat & walked home. In our room we found Kevin sleeping on the floor. He had *crawled up the drainpipe* to the balcony – I wish that I could somehow describe how incredibly funny that guy is. The morning came early – Kevin still had to pack. We all (except F) went down to BUSES and I saw the people off ——————————————————————–
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Told people I’d come to Marci’s Thanksgiving party that she’s famous for.  She gave me a standing invitation to stop by anytime. Rode home with Lance.  Frank and I went to Bahnhof to get money, then ate breakfast across street. After getting lost all over Mozarteum we found the stage door to the Grosse Studio and my wallet was still there. After that we spent 2:15 hours in Residence Gallery – I would like to take time to describe the memorable pieces, but hey, forget it.  Bought postcards of some.  Then made tour of 3rd century church catacombs. That was old – 1000 years older than the fortress almost – Holy —.  Saw some other churches (Frozoshichte & Universität – in which the organist was practicing Bach fugues). We ate at Nordsee and then to Sternbrau for dessert and beer, then to Cafe Stein for view, bells, and *my* waitress. Started raining so I said “wiedershon” & we made it home to a seemingly empty house with Lance, John, and Joel gone.

That scene in the laundromat is classic, and shows I still was not completely adjusted to the place.  The Xenakis concert had some really cool elements to it.  One piece had the percussionists spread all over the theatre, and another was a tympani solo played by Xenakis himself.   That I didn’t totally freak out when I lost my wallet is pretty amazing. I think this is when I found a poster for the concert series and took it off the wall.

I drew out 8 lines that filled up the bottom of the page following the “saw people off” line.   That was the big transition.  Except for seeing Lance briefly in Vienna, I’ve never seen any of my Salzburg friends again.   And arriving was Frank, my friend since childhood.  I was thrilled to see Frank and looked forward to showing him around my new town.  But isn’t it weird how most of the references to Frank are just with an “F”?  On the one hand it’s just a sign of familiarity — who else could I be referring to?   But still, every other person in the diary has a completely spelled out name.  Was I sub-conciously signifying a difference between new and old friends – the newer being more more real to me at the time than the older?  Of course, now, the opposite is true.  But that month in Salzburg was so vivid, and while I’ve mythologized the people and events, it is still all so real.   I had never done anything like that, made friends so quickly, and lived so independently.   But now I was back with someone who liked to do and see the same things – spend hours looking at paintings, touring catacombs, going to concerts, listening to bells, … and we were about to tour Europe together.  It felt good.

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