I was thinking of a memory yesterday, and then I realized that it had taken place almost precisely a year ago.
I grazed through some of my old diaries. In 1996, the last page of my diary was July 7th or so.
I was in Ocean City. I wrote:

"Tonight Erica and I are going to the Boardwalk. Hopefully I'll find some adventures. I want my next diary to be rated XXX. I won't settle for NC-17. I'm no Elizabeth Berkley."