If you had a date with Joan Jett, you'd be bouncing from bar to bar round Alphabet City, the now-gentrified Lower East Side. You'd be struggling to keep up with her rattling tales of rock & roll, and you'd also be struggling to keep up with the exotic tequilas that the bartenders keep on the special shelf for those special customers. In every bar, she's greeted like royalty.

There'd be a dime in every jukebox, and one more shot, before heading round to a dimly lit Mexican restaurant. Joan would order for you, because she knows what's great here, and she always eats here.
Finally, buzzing on jalapenos & mole rojo, you'd end up going for margaritas in a lesbian bar, wondering why nobody had yet written a book about this dogged footsoldier in the rock & roll army. Joan would gently fold you into a taxi at the end of the evening and return to the bars and jukeboxes, still buzzing on rock & roll.

"Brace yerself darlin'!"