June 23, 1982

8:00 A.M. WEDNESDAY

Good morning. I’m all dressed and ready to go to New York. Mother doesn’t know I’m going. Elaine and I are going clothes, book, paraphernalia shopping and out to lunch. I haven’t written about Barbara in so long. I went to see Ellen yesterday and I saw Barbara. I became sort of sad over her, maudlin. I remember how close we were and poof – no more! That hurt her and it hurts me too. It wasn’t one person’s fault why we weren’t close anymore – it just happened that way. God, I don’t want that to happen with all my relationships. Anyway, today will be a beautiful day. 5 more days until Maria’s. I will tell you all about that. And I will lose weight!

9:00 A.M. WEDNESDAY

“A bus for us” - Elaine and Patricia catching 31 bus to Penn Station Newark. On way to New York City. I hope my bag doesn’t get stolen.

9:15 A.M.

We’re on the Path now. It just started moving. Elaine bought the New York Times. Princess Diana, Prince Charles and their brand new beautiful baby son, the future King, are on the cover, top left. The sun was so so illuminating this morning. It just crept into places that are visually untouched by the sun – that’s what brought my senses upon the sun. It rained last night. I didn’t know that.

LATER

Shopping did us in. But actually we walked just all day. I finally found the place we usually go to – Montana Eve. We ordered a carafe of white wine, quiche, salad, chocolate cake and fruit salade. Now we’re sitting in Newark waiting for the South Orange train. My feet are killing me. The next time I come to New York, I have to be physically fit and financially secure. And all I’ll bring is money in my pocket because each place asks that we check our bags. Oh well. It was really a fun, fun day. I bought black and white pants, a recycled dress, a t-shirt with drugs on it and plaid shorts and all kinds of rolling papers. I must smell but I don’t really, although it’s been a tough day. But I love New York. It’s just those dirty old men that drive me crazy with their un-nice remarks. I could just fall over now. I’m so tired. All I need is water and a seat that I’ll be able to sit in for a long time. Mother just better not make me do much work tonight. I’m not even hungry. I’ll do everything tomorrow. I’ll get lots of rest, do all my chores, finish writing Mary’s letter, finish reading my book,…