I'll see you sometime soon Cold Lake.
The night before I left, I went to Dairy King, a non-chain fast-food outlet exclusive to Cold Lake that's mainly frequented by teenagers who aren't old enough to go to the bar, but are sick of sitting in 7-11 every night when they have nothing better to do after 9 pm and nothing else is open.
I ordered a poutine (all the while trying to convince myself that it was acceptable vegetarian behaviour, because they likely use a powder of some sort rather than genuine animal fat). My desire for the poutine didn't come from hunger, or even the munchies, though. The truth is, I ate the fries soaked in thickest gravy imaginable out of sheer nostalgia. Sitting in the drive-thru in my car, I was flooded with memories of being in that exact same spot, not having to worry about the fat content because my 17-year-old metabolic rate was fearless. I thought about all the conversations I'd had sitting in that same spot, and the dates I'd been there with over the years.
Yesterday was CCMAS-SD. Basically this meant that I made Alex Dodd spend the entire day with me before I went back to Toronto. We had a planned agenda, a list of activities complete with boxes to be checked off upon completion, itemized by yours truly.
(When I went to have my New Year's fortune told at the Russian tea room this year, the tarot reader told me that my current beau was too boring for me and that I'm truly a fan of spontaneity. I wouldn't disagree with this, but I think my love of the list overpowers my love of the unknown.)
Hey, Alex Dodd, what are we going to do today? I think I might have an idea.
I'm finally ready, willing, and mentally prepared. What do you think?
Yes, that's right. If you take off your shirt, I will perform S & M style sexual favours on you using only a pair of sewing shears with the curtains wide open so all the neighbours can watch.
Actually, now that I think about it, cutting your hair was probably the better idea.
The fortune teller also said my current flame is not creative enough. I'd have to disagree. This is definitely the first time that I've been in a car that accelerated through the pulling of a rope.
Not to mention the first time I've been with someone who owns four different harmonicas.
I think I need a second opinion.