Walking down Broadway from 81st to 72nd after 6pm and under every awning being asked by under-dressed women, "Goin' out tonight, honey?"
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.