August 28th, 1981

I sit in the kitchen and write, listening to David shower upstairs. He arrived Wednesday evening. We had fried chicken and potato salad on the patio. Immediately, I begin to feel centered and balanced in his presence. Armed by our relaxed comfort with each other. Yesterday we had lunch at Sherill’s– then met Wendy at Garfinckel’s and went to the Corcoran. Afterward we walked to the Air and Space Museum and saw To Fly. We wandered through the botanical garden by the Capitol. Last night was a perfectly weird evening with Lyn and Paul. Japanese dinner on their desk– a totally mismatched group of people. I enjoyed no one all evening except David– and I kept wishing I could be alone with Lyn. A middle aged couple who are their neighbors dropped by and proceeded to tell us about their lives as they guzzled wine. After a couple of vodkas and a few hot saki’s– Wendy became more and more disturbed and insulting. The evening somehow ended with all of us at the neighbors’ house with a television blaring and the man going through dirty laundry looking for cocaine (his wife had sent it to the laundry) and smoking dope. It was 11:30 when we left and John was angry because he’d wanted to leave earlier– his current carpentry job starts at 6:00 am. An altogether strange evening that I couldn’t wait to have over. I can’t wait for this vacation to end. I long to be back in Manhattan with David.