Walking through City Hall park and having people call from the benches, "Six for five! Hey, I got seven!" meaning, pre-rolled joints.
Around this time of year, the bars would be filled with baseball fans and hockey fans ("Beat your wife, Potvin, Beat your wife!"), Cats was the biggest thing on Broadway, and MOMA was a modest shell of its current self.
CBGBs, the Mudd Club, and Elaine's were over. People talked about the way Studio (54) was, mostly at Danceteria.
However, it was great in the way there were after hour bars, drinking age was 18 and you could enjoy a few tall boys while watching St. Pattys day and rent was dirt cheap
I dont like the nanny state NYC is now in. I miss old new york