Somewhere around 1978-1979, my roommate, Michael, dated Wayland Flowers. I cannot narrow it down more than that because it was the ’70s. So many fun and outrageous things happened when I lived at Tahoe that it’s impossible to put them all into any sort of chronological order. We didn’t have phones that time-stamped our lives. Hell – we didn’t have phones except for the single landline in our 4-person/4-bedroom/2 bathroom home – with the lake view before they built the condo’s in out back yard… (Another story for another day!)
Michael had gone down to Reno for a party or something and met Wayland after a show. They hit it off rather quickly and Michael ended up in Reno quite a bit. I went down with him one night to catch his show – it was hysterically funny – and it was party-hearty after.
Wayland was hysterical off stage as well as on. He could jump in-and-out of character at the drop of a feather boa. While Madame did stay in her dressing room, her persona was liable to come up anywhere Wayland went.
He was really a very sweet guy from the brief time I saw him – and he had really good drugs. Always a plus!
They didn’t date long – Wayland was a celebrity who was constantly on the road and Michael definitely wasn’t looking to settle down, either.
He was cute, though…