Monday, March 1, 1982
I was hardly in school at all, and I acted loud and silly with Lee and Peter when I was. Wandered down to Farnshaw with Lee in the afternoon.
I rushed off my Pollock essay by about eight in the evening and, after much uncertainty, set off for a birthday party at the Escapade nightclub. I wore my new jacket. . . .
I met Tim and Peter on the way in and we bought drinks in the tiny foyer. Downstairs, the main part of the club was even smaller, a tiny and cramped dwarf disco with trappings (dance floor, lights) that looked like cheap simulations. It was too crowded and incredibly cramped; too warm, too isolated, too alone, too empty. . . .
We left at eleven thirty.