We've been down to the Low Spot once more since then. Cool.

Went with Carol Steinmetz to Alice Vaughn's party last night. Had a ball. Laughed so fuckin' hard. A bunch of us sat around upstairs for a while. Carlyle and Meeks, Hennessy and Bergman, Steve Callahan and Sharon Goldsmith. And Ken Moore & Dolores...Dolores...

Well, anyhow, me and Hennessy were fucking around and I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. No.

Now. A new light. Dolores DeStefano. Tall, cute blonde. Dresses wonderfully. Laughing eyes and mouth. But harsh when she is serious. Even though she's tall, she has this baby face. I've been reading "Lolita" by Vladimir Nabokov, and that's who she reminds me of. Lolita's not tall, I don't think, but, you know, that nymphet kind of thing. God. If it wasn't for Ken I'd date her. She acts the slightest bit interested in me. You know, just that sort of air that you can identify. Well, I'm not going to crap Ken up. He's one of the best guys I know, that's no shit.

I kissed Carol goodnight and she practically raped me. Christ! I got no thrill from it whatsoever. I hope I'm not getting cold from that bitch Carber. God. I'm over her. Yes. Definitely. She's neater than hell & all that, but I think she's pure shit personally.

Today all day we played poker up in my room - Gustafson, Huhn, Van Shad, Comstock. This evening at Huhn's the same guys except also Bill Schreck. A hell of a ball. I'm ahead 50 cents or so. Comstock called Carber and we started yelling and cussing - God! She was so mad. Twice we did that. Funnier 'n hell.

Well, I can see Dolores tomorrow at school.