"I can't believe that just fuckin' happened!"

So tonight was so .. bizarre. It started out being plain, normal. Val and I danced around the house, trying on clothes, and then we were contemplating what to make for dinner when mum suggested the pub, so we went there, met Jen, ate burgers. We came home, mum went to volleyball, Val went out with Shane. I was sitting at home, doing nothing, when I got an invitation to go for coffee with a friend of mine, Chris. So, on a whim, I accepted. It was probably about.. eight-thirty. He picked me up at home, we drove for a bit before picking up his friend Lacey. We went to the North End Tim Horton's, ordered some coffee, sat at a round table, drinking and talking. (We talked alot about how lame Matt is.) So we get back in the car, decide to go for a bit of driving. Chris says, "So where to?" I say, "Parksville!" you know, just on a whim. Lacey complains vaguely of having school tomorrow, but then decides its cool. So we get gas (and Big Turks!) and go barrelling down the road, music blasting. We get to Parksville, park in a drugstore parking lot (time: 11:06pm), cross the road, and walk along the beach. I freeze. Lacey freezes. Chris gives me his coat. We dance in the cold, look at stars, and dawdle. Twenty minutes later, we find ourselves back at the car. We get in, and wonder what to do now. Chris asks what comes after Parksville. I tell him Qualicum. So we go on, to Qualicum, where, as we breeze through, we decide to keep going. We discover there is a Qualicum Beach, Qualicum Beach 2, Little Qualicum, Big Qualicum, and Qualicum Bay. "Where's the Return of Qualicum!?" I ask. We all laugh. Driving through Bowser, we notice that gas is only 99.9, and that Bowser is possibly the lamest place ever. It's a gohst-town, there is not a soul. Turning a sharpish corner, we see what looks like a white plastic bag on the side of the road. Turns out, it is a white duck, just chillin' on the road, almost on the white line. It flutters a little and waddles as we drive by, and we all laugh hysterically. We pass Buckley Bay, Dropkick Murphys blaring. Enter: Courtenay. Lame lame lame. We stop at the Tim Hortons. It is nearly one am. It is dead. We order more coffee. We also get sour cream donuts, which, ultimately, on a scale of one to crap, get crap. We sit, and talk some more. Lacey stuffs a Napkin holder in her purse. I notice the woman behind the counter looks like she ran headfirst into a wall. We get up to leave, and I use the bathroom. On the way out I snatch a napkin holder to go with my one at home. Chris finds this hilarious, seeing as Lacey went through all these sneaky measures to get hers. So we leave Courtenay, and good riddance, stupid town. We head back home, going on along the back roads, like we did on the way there, except it seems to go by way faster, since Chris is driving faster and is not stuck behind old people, especially seeing as it is like 1:45 am. We are still listening to the Dropkick Murphys, and I look up to see a curve coming up. I think nothing of it, untill I realize we are not turning. We are skidding. There is ice! There is frost! Water splashes on the windshield! THERE IS A TELEPHONE POLE!! We miss it by two feet, on my side. We hit a metal mail box. We are stuck in a ditch for a few minutes, the wheels spinning uselessly, untill we mange to get out. A car passes us, and doesn't stop. We continue to drive down the road, rather slowly, and I am laughing hysterically, and we all keep freaking out. "I can't believ ethat just fuckin' happened!" I keep saying. I was about two feet away from being dead. We are all high on adrenaline for a while and can do nothing but jibber and say, "Ohmigod!" for a while. Chris is driving slowly, there is tons of ice all over the road. We pull over and he looks at his car but it looks fine. Lacey and I look at each other and I say, "I can't believe that just happened!" She agrees heartily. We go onto the highway, and Chris drops Lacey off at home. We see a deer. We go to Tim Hortons on Bowen and get more coffee. We tell the woman behind the counter about our adventures. She looks terrified. We sit, and drink our coffee. Then, we drive aimlessly. We go to the waterfront and take some night-time pictures. We drive some more. We see another deer, and, later, an up-side down couch on the side of the road. I decide I need to go home. I go home.
I'm now sitting here, perfectly safe, and thinking about how fuckin' close I was to dying. Two more feet and I woulda been toast. The other two mighta survived.. but not me! ..But I did. But I'm still kinda shakey. Christ. I'm glad we were all okay.
*sighs*

-Soni