I have had such a completely nifty day, I almost forgot how miserable I was a couple days ago.
Dirk was late, of course, but that doesn't matter. I have decided to quit getting so hurt by his tardiness. We've got enough problems, what with Krisco hanging around, without going for each others' throats at the slightest provocation.
I felt rather sick all day, and spent a couple hours napping. I had the oddest dream during this nap: I was driving around at about 6 or 7 at night with my cousin Pia, when I spot my boss, G--, standing next to the road. I pull over, and he tells me that he needs to commandeer my car so he can drive to Austria. I then realized that I had never called in sick to work that day, so I don't argue with my boss's crazy idea. I ask him when he can get the car back to me. He claims that the drive to Austria and back will only take a couple of days, and he can have the car back to me by Friday. So, I let him have the car, then run to my office to tell them that I was sick. No-one was there, except for a group of people I'd never seen before, sitting in the conference room, talking about overtaking Austria.
Anyway, I woke up to the sound of my asshole neighbors practicing. They do covers, and they don't do them well. I wonder why the even bother. It seems they had a "show" today, starting at three. Dirk and I didn't bother going over to see it (we could hear perfectly well from my back porch, or hell, any part of my house). But it was because of that show that my day really got perked up. Krisco went to see it.
Now, I think that was kind of stupid in itself, considering the fact that I live right next door to the losers. She was practically asking for some kind of scene, and it couldn't have felt good to know that Dirk was just a few feet away, but she couldn't even talk to him.
We had to leave my house for a few minutes to bring Pia's boots to her at work (she's going out partying tonight). When we got back, Krisco's little modified golf-cart was parked on my street. While sitting on the back porch, we could hear her voice (like fingernails on a chalkboard, it's hard to miss), but we couldn't see her. My neighbor's yard is full of bushes and other useless shit, like a pool.
Dirk got the nifty idea of checking how my morning glorys were doing--they're planted along the fence between my house and the neighbor who was having the show. I figured it was a fairly dumb idea, since Krisco would probably come running. She did--this huge shit-eating grin on her face--until she saw me. She stopped instantly. You should have seen the look on her face. That smile disappeared as though it had never existed. I wish I'd had a camera, so I can see that disappointment every day for the rest of my life. I said, "Hi Krisco!!" She made a noise like, "Hunh!", then turned around and ran back to the other side of my neighbor's yard.
That pretty much cheered me up for the rest of the day. While we were walking back inside, I made certain to say, loudly enough for everyone in the other yard to hear, "Katie was right. Her hair does look like someone vomited on it." Then, amidst a maelstrom of outraged murmers, Dirk and I went back inside.
I like making scenes. They cheer me up. I really don't get embarrassed any more. Besides, if I'm going to be ostracized by all the assholes who claim to be "punks", I'm going to give them a reason to ostracize me. Not just whatever claims Krisco's making.
I drove past Krisco on my way to pick Dirk up for college. She looked unhappy. I waved, but she didn't wave back. She never does.