I saw the lights outside and I bolted, with my coat and bag ready. T was there to greet me, hugging me with one arm as she escorted me to the car. The 2 L's were snuggling in the backseat. I hadn't seen them all in weeks seemingly. Felt more like since Christmas.

Destination: Selkirk, Manitoba! L said that was where we were going, but it didn't sink in until that moment. It was a bit of a drive, passing a stinky pig farm, hearing jokes, L & T arguing about directions, chit-chat about pot. After arriving at the wrong Selkirk bar, we finally found the place where a friend of theirs was playing in a band, singing lead most of the time, named C. C's boyfriend had a gleam in his eyes when he saw me. There's always something baffling when I see that directed towards me, like that person sees something sexy in me that I refuse to acknowledge. The band was a typical bar band, the crowd consisted of 6 people, plus the bar staff and DJ in the very back, who looked like he was 14. Even when some funky music was being played, L and I danced by ourselves as people watched. I kept wondering why people were staring, like maybe I was the only black person in the entire place, or I danced funny, or they rarely see anyone dance at all. It could be a reason I could've never conceived, but eyes were on us whenever we boogied our butts on that tiny dancefloor. All night, I had a piece of gum, 2 glasses of water and salty hickory-flavoured almonds. The salt was still abrasive against the roof of my mouth after eating the very hot homemade pizza that my mom and I concocted earlier. Now and then, the lead singer would come over during a break in her set and socialize with us: she works in accounting for movies in Winnipeg, so I may see her more often! I also wore my leather jacket and got some oooohs and aaaaahs from my friends, having my arm felt up. This is the most action I've had all year. Still felt good! It was such a small town bar, but it was okay. I can't remember ever going to Selkirk at all though.

When the bar was closing and the wait staff were hollering to bully us out of there, we headed to a Tim Horton's Doughnut shop for some coffee. T treated us and I had my little coffee. They influenced me to take a bite of some doughnuts: the sour cream one was interesting and it made me think that this is what symbolized T. Seemingly plain yet more interesting once you have a taste.

We were getting close to my place, and I asked T if she knew where she was going. Although she got a bit defensive in saying, "Of course I do.", I said, "Well good, because I got a bit confused for a moment there', which got a hearty laugh out of her. My stop was the first one. L says, "Do we all get a kiss or is only reserved for T?" I see they've been talking about me with t. I sheepishly kissed T near the corner of her mouth, then I went to pucker towards the other women and they both kissed me generously on the lips. This is the second most action I've had all year!

I waved them goodbye, entered the house and zapped my coffee in the microwave, digging out some chocolate amaretto cherry non-dairy dessert from the freezer to plop into it.

I was remembering earlier how my dad had put some food in it, then when I heard some sparks flying from it, I looked through the window to see an aluminum pie plate covering a metal lid! If I were a little kid and had done this, my dad would've raised the roof, but because my dad does things like this, my mom gets to bitch him out.