Jesus it's cold this morning. Hector left early to go to Ensenada to take his worthless father for a Xmas breakfast. I declined. With all the traffic at the border God knows when I'll see him again. The lines are just incredible because all the Mexicans are coming to do their Christmas shopping. Good for our economy. Rumor has it there's a 3 hour wait coming back across into the US.

We went to 2 parties last night. Jim S and Tom F had a big party with delicious Mex Food (Mark catered) at their beautiful place in Mission Hills. Got a chance to catch up with all the old queens who were at our party last week but I didn't have the time to schmooze. Around 9:45 we left that one, and with Mark, Arturo, Sonia and Robert in tow, we went over Kensington to attend a smaller, duller party. Hardly knew anyone. We stayed less than an hour. Nice house, though. One of those clinging miraculously to the hillside, with a huge deck overlooking Fairmont Avenue. The kind where the next day's headline reads: Holiday Tragedy at Hillside All- Male Gathering.