June 27th, 1977
Saturday night Allen and I went to a party at Rene’s on Capitol Hill. Even though Jeanne and her lover were there, and little Bobby, who I long for, our socializing couldn’t salvage it from remaining a moderately chic soiree that was immoderately boring. Allen and I leave and begin to bar-hop. Chesapeake House, The Eagle, The pier, Mr. P.’s– and wind up at the Fraternity House, there I met a little mustachioed guy named Alain– French, and we spend a night and morning of warm good sex. It’s been so long. I called yesterday afternoon and arrange a date for tonight. I feel romantic with him.
I buy a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne. $25.
I will never cease to be romantic.
Must run now– got to go through my bathroom regimen and dash off to a romance in Rosslyn.