July 21st, 1995

## Lon

\*\*\*Posted July 22nd, 1995

**7/216:45 pm**I didn't want to do it, but I felt I owed her for turning me on to the Jock itch commercial. By the way, I did get a call back. I went in yesterday and felt I did pretty well. I didn't get it...guess I wasn't itchy or irritated enough for them. So I invited Joanne to the party tonight. But I told her in no uncertain terms that it was not as my date. She laughed and said "Oh Lon, you're so cute." What's that supposed to mean?

Went to the gym today with Tara and had a great workout. I wanted to get that little extra "party-tone" for tonight. As soon as I got back home and was ready for action, Joanne was making her way up the driveway. Big surprise -- she was one of the first people to show up tonight. She shot through the door dressed like Catwoman and is already coming on to every available guy she can find. Like I care.
I better stop writing. The guests are beginning to pour in now...and I gotta go light the grill. Fasten your seat belts -- it's going to be a bumpy Spot party.

July 21st, 1995
## Michelle

\*\*\*Posted July 21th, 1995

**7/21**I got the red carpet from the attic, tied yellow ribbons around all the trees and waited. Sure enough, Teddy arrived. Tara was there to document the moment. Don't tell me that I couldn't be an actress. Look at the love in my face. Blecch! Teddy has blown in, and he is making friends everywhere.Remember all those people who were going to support me? Listen to these words of support:

"What a cool guy!" from Lon. "God, this guy has been everywhere. What a life!" from Tara. "I don't know what you were worried about," from Carrie. And, "Hey, he's pretty f\*\*king rad," from Britt.

Teddy has cast his spell over The Spot. Everybody loves him. He's playing them all like a fiddle. While I have to be subjected to all his passive aggressive statements:

"You're a model/ receptionist? Sounds more like a receptionist/ model to me." -- "Would I like another wine cooler? No, four is more than enough FOR ME." -- "Boy, it must be nice to sit out here on the deck and get some sun. I wish I had that kind of time. You guys must really be up on the O.J. trial."

This pic says it all...

Teddy looking down on me as usual. Here he is talking to Lon about his acting career. He's saying things like, "It's great that you are taking acting classes. That will really help. Calling agents is very beneficial as well. You never know what can happen." Don't think I don't see the irony in that. You know what he is really trying to say. "Michelle, why don't you put more of your time into modeling? Why aren't YOU seeking out more work?"

I can't believe we came from the same womb.

At least everyone is stoked for the big party. The three mouseketeers did all the shopping. (guess who's brother drove them in his Range Rover?)

July 21st, 1995
## Tara

\*\*\*Posted July 22nd, 1995

**July 21****Jeff came to me yesterday and finally agreed to post something on The Spot on-line. I'm glad he's participating; that means a lot to me.**

**Tonight's party should be groovy. I helped Jeff and Lon roll a keg onto the patio about an hour ago and they made a toast to me with the first round of extra foamy beer suds. I wonder if Lon could tell what happened between Jeff and me. I still can't believe I'm getting on a plane tomorrow night to go to Paris and see Sacha. I'm getting really scared! After receiving his letter, going to visit seemed like the perfect, natural thing to do. Now, I'm not even sure how much I want to go. Lately, I've gotten so much mail from everyone saying that Sacha could never live up to my memory of him. You guys might be right; it's always easier to be objective about some one else's situation. And what about Jeff? I've spent a long time pretending not to feel anything for him. Now that I'm ready for take-off (into another man's lap), what does he think of that? At this point, I'm just blindly proceeding according to my original plan.**

My friend Stan, or "Wulf" as he fancies himself being called, came by today. Let me refresh your memory: Stan is the guy who did the striptease on our coffee table at our June 11 party.

Cute, huh? Wulf dropped off a bunch of his stuff in my bedroom this afternoon -- you'd think by his load that he's moving in for good. NOT A CHANCE!! He's really hilarious, but keeping him at arm's length is in everyone's best interest. I'm planning on introducing him to everyone tonight. Don't worry -- I'm not pulling a Carrie; I asked -- they consented. Everyone in the house knows he's only staying for a week. Communication is a beautiful thing! Wulf really 'gets' the Spot project and has agreed to keep an eye on it for me. I just hope he lays low with the Spot mates while I'm gone. I'll warn him against things like eating Lon's Pop tarts and locking Jeff's front door. It's the little things around here.

**I'll write again before I take off for Paris tomorrow. And when I'm away, I'll post with the help of a handy fax machine and a few very expensive phone calls.**

**July 21st, 1995**
## External links

* Lon's entry
* Michelle's entry
* Tara's entry