Jan. 8, Fri.I feel ever so slightly depressed. So near and yet so far...Dolores. Talking to Ken Moore I found out that Dolores hadn't asked him to a dance that is tomorrow night at Minerva Park. He was pretty pissed off and worried. He told me to ask Carol to find out if Dolores had asked anybody. I asked Carol in home room and she didn't know but said she'd ask. Later on in the morning Carol told me that Dolores had asked Ralphie Favor. I told Ken and I could see that he about shit. I kind of respect him; he's really crazy about her but he isn't going to take any crap. He has the Christmas present he gave her, because it broke and she gave it back to him to exchange for a new one, which he did. Now he says he's not going to give it back to her. He thinks he's being played for a sucker. I can't blame him. Stella asked me to that dance, too, but I sure as hell didn't want to go, so I got Mom to say I had been restricted to premises all day Saturday. Of course that means I'll have to stay home all day in case somebody might see me and blab to Stella, but it's worth it. We had a home basketball game tonight with Hilliard and both the Reserves and the Varsity lost, the Varsity in the last three seconds by a jump shot. Hell. Pissed everybody off.. I could see Dolores at the game and even sat kind of near her for awhile but never got the opportunity to speak. After the game I left with Eddie and we drove around telling Hilliard guys to get fucked. Had a ball. Then going up College Ave. toward town we saw a mob of girls - Dolores, Sandy Darling, Shelly Graff, Sally Sudduth, Anne Prince, etc. - at least ten of them, and we beeped and they screamed and all started running for us, so we pulled over. Dolores was right in the middle of all the girls pressed into my window and I could see her real well and she looked neat. God. We talked and laughed a bit & then we hauled ass.
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