I hit the big time

I don't know whether it has anything to do with his new state of being, or whether he's just been practicing, but Wyatt has developed the ability to walk through solid objects like walls. I would have assumed all ghosts could do that, but come to think of it, I've always seen him use doors before, like the rest of us. It's a cool thing to be able to do, regardless. Makes sneaking up on people much easier.

He seems to have forgotten that the key to sneaking up on somebody is to not let them see you.

If at first, you don't succeed.

It's the simple pleasures you live for.

Oh, for cryin' out loud, Acosta, you need to get out more.

And what does he think he's laughing at? I don't think I like this maid.

I was hanging around downtown, playing for tips, when I spotted Stiles and Pauline Wan looking like they needed to get a room. I didn't like that one little bit. Watch your back, Pauline, you maneater. Stiles is a sweetheart who would never hurt a fly. You break his heart and I'll break your fat ass.

It was a great night for performing. Some nights when the weather is fine, people congregate in that little square in front of the theater and the bookstore. I just love that. It's like a little street party. People are feeling good, and laid back, and it makes them generous with the tips. I actually made more in tips that night than I make in ticket sales in a single concert at the stadium.

The Egon's is still THE place to be at 3 o'clock in the morning. This time I saw Zelda Mae and Tamara Donner there. They must have been on their way out, and the door was still standing wide open. I got a good peek.

The bald baby Dax is carrying around is Cyclone's kid Kiki. This is like the fifth time I've seen her over there. Somebody new takes her each time. With 6 other people to babysit, I guess Cyclone can't be bothered. I'd never let go of a kid that cute if it was mine. I still want to know what she'd look like with hair, though. Shouldn't she have grown some by now? I hope for her sake it's not some weird genetic abnormality.

They've got another new baby, and it looks like Ginny is pregnant again! That tiny house must be bursting at the seams. Where do you suppose they put them all to sleep? In the kitchen drawers? Well, now we know how Dax likes to spend his time off from work. Do you suppose he ever lets that poor woman get any sleep?

Travis has learned to break boards with his bare hands. Damn. okay, those aren't real boards, they're styrofoam trainers, but I won't tell if you won't.

I finally got Wyatt out of the house, for everybody's peace of mind. Continuing to embrace the habits of his former life, he's taken up the guitar again. He's a little rusty. I finally got my wish of jamming with a ghost! I sure don't know anybody else who can say that.

Victoria Andrews wanted me to come to the diner and talk about cooking. She taught me to make lobster thermador. I don't know if I could ever be a chef. I do enjoy cooking, but I just don't think I could bring myself to wear a hat that looks that stupid.

For some time now, I've been playing to crowds too large to fit into the theater. More concerts per night just isn't cutting it anymore, so I'm playing at the stadium now, almost exclusively. Me, fill a stadium? Believe it. It's true. I'm packing them in and raking in the bucks, especially if I do more than one concert a night. It's a lot more lucrative, but a lot more taxing.

I should get them to spell out my name with those searchlights. Heh, heh.

Damn it all, the girl in that poster doesn't look a thing like me!

I have to hand it to Zelda. She's a great manager. They don't even send the band bus for me anymore. Know what they send? My very own limo! A PINK limo! Can you believe it?

I am the man.

That's not all. I can finally buy my dream house on the beach. I've wanted this house forever. It's actually built right on top of a huge swimming pool. The beach is literally right outside the back door. This house just screams "I made it!" I hear the Jeffersons theme song in my head every time I look at it. Well, a bona fide rock star can't keep on living in the poor section of town, can she?

I moved in today and it's officially mine, mine, mine! Travis and Wyatt both came with me. We bought it furnished, and sold the ugly furniture from Travis's bachelor pad. I'll be making some changes. But right now, I'm just going to walk around drooling over the big open floorplan, and all the glass, and the killer view of the beach. And I'm going to put on some socks and slide all over the hardwood floors from one end of the house to the other. And Travis and I are going to christen every room, if you know what I mean.