After work, I met Allan at the Waverly theater and bought tickets for the new Lily Tomlin movie which opened today. We were early, so we walked to Uncle Charlie’s Downtown and had a couple of beers. The movie was fun and after we went for dinner at Arthur Treacher’s. I love Allan so much. We’ve become closer than ever since this move to New York. It’s cold tonight. The gentler weather of the past few days has vanished and the bone chilling cold is closing in again. Just getting somewhere is a painful experience. Allan and I decide to go out later for a beer. Both of us are tired (he had been at J’s until 4:00 the night before) and are not sure what we feel like doing. So we come back to my place and get stoned and sit and chatter until about 10:30 when I put my contacts in and got dressed and we went to Ty’s. The weekend T & B (tunnel and bridge) crowd was out in full-force. I feel stoned and hyper and not relaxed at all. The body-builder number from the other night came in and we spoke. He said “Boy, you were really drunk the other night.” When I bought a beer, Dennis asked with a smile if I had made it to work on time. I presume he was referring to the night there with the not-so-bad number. My god, I’m getting a reputation as a drunk on Christopher Street. I am quite sure that I am not the first. The bar is crowded with New Jersey and Queens clientele and the smoke is nearly overwhelming. I have made a big deal about needing to rest and only going out to join Allan for a drink, but I was more than willing to leave when he suggested we hit Boots for a beer. It was also pitsy with the typical weekend crush.