1 September 2018, Saturday

Eldridge St. BB. R’chard S. and I were initially denied entry because we are both men, but R. sent a text message to S’nie who came out to vouch there were a number of women in our party and so we were let in. (I would later learn דן had driven the others thereto, which had I known would happen, I would have preferred to have done instead, although perhaps we wouldn’t all have fit in his car. I would have then had the opportunity to have gone home with J’than rather than entering BB at all.) There was a ten‐dollar admission fee even though S. had been quite sure admission would be free, and although I had a nice enough time, the venue and particularly their choice of music were not worth the money for me. דן was dancing with us despite his recent foot trouble. The drunker she got, the more misbehaving and irresponsible M’riel became, and it became everyone’s responsibility but hers to take care of her. She stood on the sofa and a worker had to tell her to get down, she was canoodling with a stranger in the corner, she was knocking people’s drinks over with her handbag, and she even started to get back up on the sofa before we reminded her of what had happened before. We felt she needed to go home, but it became our responsibility to convince her of this and then to look after her while she was leaving and on the sidewalk thereafter. I had become rather annoyed by her making herself the center of attention yet absolving herself of all responsibility therefor, so I said goodby to all, hugged דן and walked to Second Ave. station.

A rôtisserie chicken, mixed‐meat Franks, tuna salad, nuts and deli items from Ass’d, Roosevelt Ave.

Wrote a note to the Alliance Bldg. super (5169), although I did not deliver it until Friday.