Half
an hour later, they parked at a place named Mom's Diner.
All of them sat a booth and waited for a waitress to take their order. “Okay, that's a meatloaf, two open turkeys with fries, box of Frosted Flakes... “ She looked at Jesse “those are pretty small, hon. Just one?”
“You're right. Make it five,” Jesse said, knowing his appetite.
The waitress turned to Daria. “Dry toast and coffee, please.”
“I thought you looked depressed. You want a booster seat?” She laughed. Then yelled “Five boxes of flakes and two nausea delights!” She then asked. “You kids going to that rock 'n roll shindig out near Swedesville?”
'They must have had a lot of people going that way,' Jennifer thought.
“No. We made a wrong turn on our way to Paris.”
Jane, Trent, Jennifer and Jesse all laughed. “You've got a mouth on ya, don't ya?” the waitress observed.
“Why?” Daria asked.
“Ever thought of becoming a waitress?”
“Maybe.”
Jane and Trent laughed again.
Daria slid further down in her seat in embarrasment.
The Fashion Club had also left Lawndale behind. They began to notice a rather pungent odor. “What's that smell?” Tori asked.
“Uck! A skunk!” Stacy exclaimed.
“Yuck!” Tori said. Sandi pressed the button to make the top come up on the convertible.
Daria and Jennifer were in the bathroom of the Diner. “Could Jane rig that gun of hers to shoot bullets? I'm ready to end my suffering.”
“You're not your usual self,” Jennifer noticed.
Daria scowled. “I've got a bump on my head, a bug bite on my arm, a sandwich on my ass...” she started saying.
Jennifer interuppted. “And that in front of a certain musician.”
“Now turn the knife counterclockwise. I can't go back out there,” Daria said, sounding depressed. “You go on to Alternapalooza; tomorrow, I'll emerge and begin my new life as a waitress.” She paused and thought. 'I'm not even sure if I'm joking.'
“I think he's rather oblivious. At least that's what Jane would say.”
'She better be right.' Daria sighed. “Okay.”
“At least the stain is alternative,” Jennifer said trying to cheer Daria up.
“True,” Daria said with a smirk. Jennifer had succeeded. A little.
“Let's go.”
Soon they had left the Diner and were cought in traffic...
Soon afterwards the Fashion Club arrived at the Diner.
“Ugh, stretch pants. Everywhere, stretch pants,” Tiffany said.
Stacy noticed something about her clothes... “Hey, <i>these</i> are stretch pants! <i>I'm wearing stretch pants!</i>”
Sandi moved to calm her down. “They're leggings! They're leggings!”
Stacy calmed down and let out a high pitched sigh of releif.
“It's all right,” Sandi reassured.
The waitress approached. “Three cheeseburger deluxe, four house salads.” she paused. “With oil and vinegar on the side!”
'That's perceptive,' Tori thought.
A while later, an alphabet game was being played to pass the time.
“Your turn, Trent. We're up to E,” Jane said.
“I'm going to the picnic, and I'm bringing asbestos insulation, brine shrimp, the cryogenically frozen head of Walt Disney, Dominos and... an Elephant.”
Jane considered. “I'm going to the picnic, and I'm bringing...” before Trent hit a bump... and Daria's glasses went flying.
“My glasses!”
“Sorry! Hey, Janie, I saw that one coming.”
Jesse held up the glasses, broken clean in two through the bridge. “Don't worry. I can fix them,” he said.
“Need the glue gun?” Jane asked.
“Keep that thing away from me! You'll miss and glue my eyelids shut.”
“There's some tape in the back there,” Jesse said.
Jennifer found the tape. 'Duct tape?' she thought.
“Duct tape. Great,” Daria said once she had put the glasses back on.
“It's fine. It looks alternative,” Jane said.
'I guess so,' Daria thought.
Then all of a sudden, the Tank's engine started to splutter... “Uh oh!” Trent said.
“That's not good!” Jennifer said.
“Of course,” Daria stated.
As the Tank rolled to a stop on the side of the road, the engine died. Trent tried to start it again, but without success.
At the same time, Quinn, Cindy, Kristen and Keith arrived at the Diner.
The waitress served them. “What would you like, hon?” she asked.
“Um, a salad with an egg on the side,” Quinn said, after some thought.
“A hamburger,” Cindy ordered.
“Fish and fries,” Kristen said.
“Two pies,” Keith added.
“Salad, egg, burger, fish, fries and two pies!” the waitress yelled.
“A burger, Cindy?” Quinn asked, light hartedly.
“I have a hankering for it,” Cindy replied with a smile.
“Sure,” Kristen said with a smirk.
Jesse opened the hood, and looked at the engine. “Some hoses have come loose,” he said.
“Great!” Daria intoned.
“What do we do now?” Jesse asked.
“There's a noise wall up ahead. There must be houses behind it. Daria, you and Trent stay here; Jesse, Jennifer and I will find a phone and call for help,” Jane suggested. She leant towards Daria. “Great plan, huh?”
Daria opened her eyes wide and then glared at Jane, who then walked off with Jennifer and Jesse. Jennifer shot her a consolatory look.
Shortly after driving past the broken down Tank, the Fashion Club were distracted. Tori noticed something. “Outlet Shopping!” Tori said.
“Change of Plan!” Sandi decided, she turned into the lane for the off ramp.
Stacy leant out and drew a clothes hanger symbol with her hand...
“What is that? A Pyramid?” Michael 'Mack' McKenzie asked in the car behind.
“A mountian?” Jodie Landon asked.
“A square?” Kevin asked, confused.
Brittany saw the sign next to the off ramp that Sandi had directed her car onto. “A clothes hanger! Outlet shopping!” She grabbed the wheel and turned the car to follow.
Kevin was annoyed. “He-eeay!”
Quinn, Cindy, Kristen and Keith had left the diner behind. They saw the Tank on the side of the road. “Isn't that Daria?” Kristen asked.
“With Trent Lane?” Keith asked.
“Well, she is friends with his younger sister,” Cindy pointed out.
“Don't worry, she can look after herself,” Quinn said.
“Jane and Jennifer may have gone for help,” Cindy said.
“I guess so,” Quinn said.
“I'll keep going then,” Keith decided.
Daria listened to Trent play a G chord over and over. She glanced at his tattoo. “Um, nice tattoo. Tribal?”
“Maori. I copied it out of <u>Tattoo World's</u> international issue,” Trent said.
“Very graphic, and meaningful.”
“Yeah, it makes a statement. You know what it is?”
'I got a tattoo out of a magazine?' Daria thought.
“I got a tattoo out of a magazine,” Trent said, unknowingly echoing what she had thought. They both laughed.
“I guess it's better than trying to copy one off the TV.”
“Daria, do you ever feel like maybe you're wasting your life?”
“Only when I'm awake.”
“Like, no money, no job, you live with your parents, and you still can't play an open D tuning,” Trent said.
“Well, I haven't had those <i>exact</i> thoughts...”
“Maybe I will end up a townie doing Doors covers. I mean, who's to say, right?” Trent asked. He didn't know whether the Spiral would make it big, or not. Who could say?
Daria considered. “Umm, you know, Trent, it takes a lot of guts to go after a dream, especially when you know that failure can mean spending the rest of your life playing <i>L.A. Woman</i>... in public,” she said, her distaste for that song showing.
Trent thought for a moment. “Hmm, I guess.”
“And even if it doesn't work out, at least for now you're doing exactly what you want to.”
“Yeah, that's true.”
“A lot of people never even get that far.”
“I guess I'm not doing too bad. You know, Daria, sometimes it's hard to believe you're in high school.”
“I find the situation unbelievable myself.”
“You're pretty cool.”
“Thanks,” Daria said with a slight smile. She then noticed that Jane, Jennifer and Jesse were approaching.
“So?” Trent asked.
“There was nothing behind that wall but a cornfield, and the corn wasn't very helpful.”
“Helpful Corn! That's a cool name for the band,” Jesse suggested.
“I don't thnk so,” Jennifer murmured.
“Even better than Mystik Spiral, huh, Daria?”
'Maybe not,' Daria thought.
Keith, Kristen, Cindy and Quinn arrived at Alternapalooza. They could see that the concert had already started, and that the parking had spilled into a nearby field.
“We've missed the start!” Cindy said.
“I wasn't responsible for the traffic after Oakwood,” Keith explained.
“I guess there wasn't any other way,” Quinn said.
“I guess not,” Cindy said.
It took more than ten minutes for Keith to find a parking space at the opposite end of the field from the concert venue. “At least we can hear it out here,” Kristen said as she got out.
“It's going a take longer to get over there,” Keith said with a slightly sad tone.
“You mean it may finish before we get in?” Quinn asked.
“It's a possibility,” Keith answered.
“We can go through the rows of cars, rather than around,” Cindy suggested.
“That's true,” Keith said.
Shortly before they got to the gates, they could see people leaving. “I guess we missed it,” Quinn said with resignation.
“Maybe we should have left Lawndale at sunrise,” Kristen said with a shrug.
“Maybe next year,” Cindy suggested.
“That would be great!” Quinn said.
“You would have to drive yourselves though,” Keith said.
“Yeah, College,” Kristen said with a distant look.
As they turned around, Quinn thought that there was some deeper meaning to Kristen's remark than just the fact that Keith would be at College...
Back at the Tank, Jane completed her repair work with the glue gun. “Go for it, Trent!”
Trent turned the key, and the engine came to life. “All right!”
Jane held up the glue gun. “I knew this would come in handy.”
Daria swatted it away. “Keep that thing away from me.”
“Let's go. We can still catch some of the show,” Jesse said.
They could see heavy traffic going the other way.
“Uh, maybe not,” Jane said.
Three guy's approached, one of them looked quite stoned. “Why's everyone going the wrong way?” Trent asked.
One of guys said. “Concert's over, man.”
The stoned guy said. “It was amazing. Where am I?”
“Is he all right?” Jesse asked.
The third guy said “Oh, yeah, he's cool... just, you know, a little sleepy.”
'Right,' Jennifer thought. 'You wouldn't catch me being like that...'
The stoned guy looked at Daria. “Are you my mommy?”
“No!” she snapped, and retreated to the Tank.
“Is she alright?” the first guy asked.
“Just hasn't had a good day,” Jennifer murmured.
“What did you say?” the third guy asked.
“That our friend hasn't had a good day,” Jane answered.
<b>Sunday, February 4, 2006</b>
It was early in the morning when the Tank and Keith's car re-entered Lawndale.
The Tank arrived at the Morgendorffers first. Daria and Jennifer got out and waved to Trent and Jane, before they drove off. Keith's car pulled up less than ten seconds later. Quinn and Cindy got out.
Helen was making pancakes with 'sensual' moves with Jake looking on.”I should really make pancakes more often. The batter's so sensual,” she said, her tone matching her body language.
“Likebatter, like chef!” Jake agreed.
Daria and Quinn entered.
“Hi, girls,” Helen said, more like her usual self.
“How was the festival?”
Daria and Quinn looked each other, turned around and left the kitchen.
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All of them sat a booth and waited for a waitress to take their order. “Okay, that's a meatloaf, two open turkeys with fries, box of Frosted Flakes... “ She looked at Jesse “those are pretty small, hon. Just one?”
“You're right. Make it five,” Jesse said, knowing his appetite.
The waitress turned to Daria. “Dry toast and coffee, please.”
“I thought you looked depressed. You want a booster seat?” She laughed. Then yelled “Five boxes of flakes and two nausea delights!” She then asked. “You kids going to that rock 'n roll shindig out near Swedesville?”
'They must have had a lot of people going that way,' Jennifer thought.
“No. We made a wrong turn on our way to Paris.”
Jane, Trent, Jennifer and Jesse all laughed. “You've got a mouth on ya, don't ya?” the waitress observed.
“Why?” Daria asked.
“Ever thought of becoming a waitress?”
“Maybe.”
Jane and Trent laughed again.
Daria slid further down in her seat in embarrasment.
The Fashion Club had also left Lawndale behind. They began to notice a rather pungent odor. “What's that smell?” Tori asked.
“Uck! A skunk!” Stacy exclaimed.
“Yuck!” Tori said. Sandi pressed the button to make the top come up on the convertible.
Daria and Jennifer were in the bathroom of the Diner. “Could Jane rig that gun of hers to shoot bullets? I'm ready to end my suffering.”
“You're not your usual self,” Jennifer noticed.
Daria scowled. “I've got a bump on my head, a bug bite on my arm, a sandwich on my ass...” she started saying.
Jennifer interuppted. “And that in front of a certain musician.”
“Now turn the knife counterclockwise. I can't go back out there,” Daria said, sounding depressed. “You go on to Alternapalooza; tomorrow, I'll emerge and begin my new life as a waitress.” She paused and thought. 'I'm not even sure if I'm joking.'
“I think he's rather oblivious. At least that's what Jane would say.”
'She better be right.' Daria sighed. “Okay.”
“At least the stain is alternative,” Jennifer said trying to cheer Daria up.
“True,” Daria said with a smirk. Jennifer had succeeded. A little.
“Let's go.”
Soon they had left the Diner and were cought in traffic...
Soon afterwards the Fashion Club arrived at the Diner.
“Ugh, stretch pants. Everywhere, stretch pants,” Tiffany said.
Stacy noticed something about her clothes... “Hey, <i>these</i> are stretch pants! <i>I'm wearing stretch pants!</i>”
Sandi moved to calm her down. “They're leggings! They're leggings!”
Stacy calmed down and let out a high pitched sigh of releif.
“It's all right,” Sandi reassured.
The waitress approached. “Three cheeseburger deluxe, four house salads.” she paused. “With oil and vinegar on the side!”
'That's perceptive,' Tori thought.
A while later, an alphabet game was being played to pass the time.
“Your turn, Trent. We're up to E,” Jane said.
“I'm going to the picnic, and I'm bringing asbestos insulation, brine shrimp, the cryogenically frozen head of Walt Disney, Dominos and... an Elephant.”
Jane considered. “I'm going to the picnic, and I'm bringing...” before Trent hit a bump... and Daria's glasses went flying.
“My glasses!”
“Sorry! Hey, Janie, I saw that one coming.”
Jesse held up the glasses, broken clean in two through the bridge. “Don't worry. I can fix them,” he said.
“Need the glue gun?” Jane asked.
“Keep that thing away from me! You'll miss and glue my eyelids shut.”
“There's some tape in the back there,” Jesse said.
Jennifer found the tape. 'Duct tape?' she thought.
“Duct tape. Great,” Daria said once she had put the glasses back on.
“It's fine. It looks alternative,” Jane said.
'I guess so,' Daria thought.
Then all of a sudden, the Tank's engine started to splutter... “Uh oh!” Trent said.
“That's not good!” Jennifer said.
“Of course,” Daria stated.
As the Tank rolled to a stop on the side of the road, the engine died. Trent tried to start it again, but without success.
At the same time, Quinn, Cindy, Kristen and Keith arrived at the Diner.
The waitress served them. “What would you like, hon?” she asked.
“Um, a salad with an egg on the side,” Quinn said, after some thought.
“A hamburger,” Cindy ordered.
“Fish and fries,” Kristen said.
“Two pies,” Keith added.
“Salad, egg, burger, fish, fries and two pies!” the waitress yelled.
“A burger, Cindy?” Quinn asked, light hartedly.
“I have a hankering for it,” Cindy replied with a smile.
“Sure,” Kristen said with a smirk.
Jesse opened the hood, and looked at the engine. “Some hoses have come loose,” he said.
“Great!” Daria intoned.
“What do we do now?” Jesse asked.
“There's a noise wall up ahead. There must be houses behind it. Daria, you and Trent stay here; Jesse, Jennifer and I will find a phone and call for help,” Jane suggested. She leant towards Daria. “Great plan, huh?”
Daria opened her eyes wide and then glared at Jane, who then walked off with Jennifer and Jesse. Jennifer shot her a consolatory look.
Shortly after driving past the broken down Tank, the Fashion Club were distracted. Tori noticed something. “Outlet Shopping!” Tori said.
“Change of Plan!” Sandi decided, she turned into the lane for the off ramp.
Stacy leant out and drew a clothes hanger symbol with her hand...
“What is that? A Pyramid?” Michael 'Mack' McKenzie asked in the car behind.
“A mountian?” Jodie Landon asked.
“A square?” Kevin asked, confused.
Brittany saw the sign next to the off ramp that Sandi had directed her car onto. “A clothes hanger! Outlet shopping!” She grabbed the wheel and turned the car to follow.
Kevin was annoyed. “He-eeay!”
Quinn, Cindy, Kristen and Keith had left the diner behind. They saw the Tank on the side of the road. “Isn't that Daria?” Kristen asked.
“With Trent Lane?” Keith asked.
“Well, she is friends with his younger sister,” Cindy pointed out.
“Don't worry, she can look after herself,” Quinn said.
“Jane and Jennifer may have gone for help,” Cindy said.
“I guess so,” Quinn said.
“I'll keep going then,” Keith decided.
Daria listened to Trent play a G chord over and over. She glanced at his tattoo. “Um, nice tattoo. Tribal?”
“Maori. I copied it out of <u>Tattoo World's</u> international issue,” Trent said.
“Very graphic, and meaningful.”
“Yeah, it makes a statement. You know what it is?”
'I got a tattoo out of a magazine?' Daria thought.
“I got a tattoo out of a magazine,” Trent said, unknowingly echoing what she had thought. They both laughed.
“I guess it's better than trying to copy one off the TV.”
“Daria, do you ever feel like maybe you're wasting your life?”
“Only when I'm awake.”
“Like, no money, no job, you live with your parents, and you still can't play an open D tuning,” Trent said.
“Well, I haven't had those <i>exact</i> thoughts...”
“Maybe I will end up a townie doing Doors covers. I mean, who's to say, right?” Trent asked. He didn't know whether the Spiral would make it big, or not. Who could say?
Daria considered. “Umm, you know, Trent, it takes a lot of guts to go after a dream, especially when you know that failure can mean spending the rest of your life playing <i>L.A. Woman</i>... in public,” she said, her distaste for that song showing.
Trent thought for a moment. “Hmm, I guess.”
“And even if it doesn't work out, at least for now you're doing exactly what you want to.”
“Yeah, that's true.”
“A lot of people never even get that far.”
“I guess I'm not doing too bad. You know, Daria, sometimes it's hard to believe you're in high school.”
“I find the situation unbelievable myself.”
“You're pretty cool.”
“Thanks,” Daria said with a slight smile. She then noticed that Jane, Jennifer and Jesse were approaching.
“So?” Trent asked.
“There was nothing behind that wall but a cornfield, and the corn wasn't very helpful.”
“Helpful Corn! That's a cool name for the band,” Jesse suggested.
“I don't thnk so,” Jennifer murmured.
“Even better than Mystik Spiral, huh, Daria?”
'Maybe not,' Daria thought.
Keith, Kristen, Cindy and Quinn arrived at Alternapalooza. They could see that the concert had already started, and that the parking had spilled into a nearby field.
“We've missed the start!” Cindy said.
“I wasn't responsible for the traffic after Oakwood,” Keith explained.
“I guess there wasn't any other way,” Quinn said.
“I guess not,” Cindy said.
It took more than ten minutes for Keith to find a parking space at the opposite end of the field from the concert venue. “At least we can hear it out here,” Kristen said as she got out.
“It's going a take longer to get over there,” Keith said with a slightly sad tone.
“You mean it may finish before we get in?” Quinn asked.
“It's a possibility,” Keith answered.
“We can go through the rows of cars, rather than around,” Cindy suggested.
“That's true,” Keith said.
Shortly before they got to the gates, they could see people leaving. “I guess we missed it,” Quinn said with resignation.
“Maybe we should have left Lawndale at sunrise,” Kristen said with a shrug.
“Maybe next year,” Cindy suggested.
“That would be great!” Quinn said.
“You would have to drive yourselves though,” Keith said.
“Yeah, College,” Kristen said with a distant look.
As they turned around, Quinn thought that there was some deeper meaning to Kristen's remark than just the fact that Keith would be at College...
Back at the Tank, Jane completed her repair work with the glue gun. “Go for it, Trent!”
Trent turned the key, and the engine came to life. “All right!”
Jane held up the glue gun. “I knew this would come in handy.”
Daria swatted it away. “Keep that thing away from me.”
“Let's go. We can still catch some of the show,” Jesse said.
They could see heavy traffic going the other way.
“Uh, maybe not,” Jane said.
Three guy's approached, one of them looked quite stoned. “Why's everyone going the wrong way?” Trent asked.
One of guys said. “Concert's over, man.”
The stoned guy said. “It was amazing. Where am I?”
“Is he all right?” Jesse asked.
The third guy said “Oh, yeah, he's cool... just, you know, a little sleepy.”
'Right,' Jennifer thought. 'You wouldn't catch me being like that...'
The stoned guy looked at Daria. “Are you my mommy?”
“No!” she snapped, and retreated to the Tank.
“Is she alright?” the first guy asked.
“Just hasn't had a good day,” Jennifer murmured.
“What did you say?” the third guy asked.
“That our friend hasn't had a good day,” Jane answered.
<b>Sunday, February 4, 2006</b>
It was early in the morning when the Tank and Keith's car re-entered Lawndale.
The Tank arrived at the Morgendorffers first. Daria and Jennifer got out and waved to Trent and Jane, before they drove off. Keith's car pulled up less than ten seconds later. Quinn and Cindy got out.
Helen was making pancakes with 'sensual' moves with Jake looking on.”I should really make pancakes more often. The batter's so sensual,” she said, her tone matching her body language.
“Likebatter, like chef!” Jake agreed.
Daria and Quinn entered.
“Hi, girls,” Helen said, more like her usual self.
“How was the festival?”
Daria and Quinn looked each other, turned around and left the kitchen.
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