It's a late work day but we didn't have a meeting. Still, because Ms. Yule and I are basically rewriting the third grade curriculum from the bottom up, she and I stayed after school to create the midyear progress reports that we will fill out and share with parents at conferences.
LD is back from Boot State. She, Zaftig, and a mutual friend (who I don't remember mentioning before, but even if I did will henceforth be known as Eyeball) went out to cocktails and then dinner. She texted me several times, extremely drunk. I was hesitant to go to Zaftig's house, especially with Eyeball there, but I did. On Zaftig's drunken suggestion, I built up a fire in their outside firepit, despite the bitter chill. We sat around talking, or at least they rambled drunkenly. Over the course of the brief evening, I had to leave the room several times due to Eyeball's constant mention of Kraut. They'd be talking about hair color, and apropos of not much, Eyeball would say, "But it's not as dark as Kraut's hair!' Or during the fire building, out of the blue, "Remember that fire Kraut and 74 built?" Finally, when she went on and on about the best things to do in the medieval village where Kraut and LD live, I couldn't take it any more. I leapt up, scowled a terse, "Goodnight," and strode for the door.
LD followed me and we had a little talk in the hallway where she tried to calm me down. As I say, they were pretty drunk, so I'm not sure my bitchy petulant flouncing made a particularly heavy impression. Still, thought, this evening was LD's plan to show Zaftig and I that we're all friends and we could sit together without there being any awkwardness between us. So much for that idea. I'm not sure if she was deliberately taking little passive-aggressive shots at me and LD, or if she really was oblivious to what she was saying, but it hit me in the nerve, repeatedly. I'm just so sensitive, he shrilled, shaking his tiny fist futilely.