(Saturday)Well, yet another marvelous month is beginning. I wish I could skip it.
We brought my cousin, Pia, to the airport today. No, it wasn't the final goodbye. Yet. She's just going down to Florida for a week. She should be back by Friday. She'll leave for good the following week.
Thanks to, or rather in spite of, our best efforts, Dirk, Pia and I made it to Dulles Airport on time. We made the mistake of actually looking at a map, which completely screwed us up. I'd only been there once, and that was following my father's truck at night, so I didn't trust my instincts. I should know better.
When we got there, I had to empty my pockets of weaponry (they don't look too highly on that sort of thing), and Pia promptly lost the keys to her luggage. I almost started crying when she got on the plane. I didn't realize how attached I'd become to her. I mean, she's kind of self-centered, not the most motivated person in the world, but hell, who in my family is? At least she's nicer to me than most of my family. I think she's the only cousin I can rest assured actually likes me.
Some good news: I'm not pregnant!!! I could do without the cramps, though.
We were supposed to have band practice. First, we couldn't locate Charlie. Then, traffic was standstill on I-95. I don't know why. It was fucking 9:00 on a Saturday night. Add to this the fact that my cramps were killing me and I was sick anyway, and I'm sure you'll understand why we decided to cancel.
Remember the nice townhouse Dirk was supposed to move into? Well, the bitch who showed him the house called this morning to tell him that "her cousin was moving in". She'd had no fucking intention of letting him live there, but she led him on, saying that she just needed to contact her landlord. So, Dirk has to find another place to live.
(Sunday)I miss Pia. The house just doesn't seem the same without her. Who can I mock Scully from the X-Files with? Honestly, we sit in front of the T.V., sneering at her, chanting, "You kissed monkey boy!!" over and over again. For those of you not familiar with the X-Files, monkey boy was this guy who could look like anyone he wanted to. Scully and Mulder (sp?) were after him, so he locked up Mulder and pretended to be him. Went over to Scully's house....a little music, a little wine, and they almost did the horizontal lambada. Unfortunately, the real Mulder walked in. We've never let Scully live this down. We remind her of this every time she's being tiresome, or isn't listening to Mulder when he comes up with a great idea. Too bad she can't hear us. She'd be pissed.
Spent the whole day shopping. I found something great at the used record/CD store: a copy of Patti Smith's Horses, in perfect condition. The record doesn't look like it's been played at all. I met Patti back in December, standing in line for her show. She's one of the nicest performers ever. She came out to check and make sure no-one was too cold. Dirk even gave her a poem he wrote.
I brought Cathy and Pia along for that show. Pia enjoyed it. Cathy didn't. It was her first concert ever, and I think she was incredibly unimpressed. I guess you'd have to have more of an appreciation for music.