Into the Sound
Sally called me up to ask if I could pick her up on the way to the club. I agreed, though I’d started out late, missed my fucking exit, circled back twice, and ended up at Sally’s at 11. We went down to the Rawhide, where the owner, Ray, hooked me up with a bottle of water on the house. That rocked.
The music was sweet enough that I was having a spectacular time, dancing with some very alluring beauties, including Sally, a tall brunette with pouty lips and a consort that couldn’t dance, and several others who liked to cheer when I started to step.
Afterward, we (Sally and I) hit this incredibly greasy shithole of an all-night diner on the way back to her place. I dropped her off at her house, ready to sleep.