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Tossing and Turning

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Every day there were more flower petals strewn across the floor of my pension room in Bodrum. The balcony door was left open because of the insufferable heat, and the fuschia petals would blow in from the trees outdside to dry on the floor.

I went to Fresh & Fuzzy Fair with Spencer and his friend from Winnipeg, Charlie, and his parents and younger brother. On the first night, Spence met a girl named Billie and hung out with her. The next day she hung out with us, and in the evening I began joking with her. She laughed and laughed and we hit it off quite well. We wound up taking off on our own, wandering around the festival half drunk in the setting sunlight. We walked down to the beach and danced, and an old man on a dirt road gave us some food. We walked back to the main stage and watched the shows, putting white candles in a mug to burn. Later we danced to the Mickey Feathers band, and laughed at how zany the bassist was, whose name was Babe as well. We decided to get backstage and asked the band if we could join them on their trip to Tuscon. Surprisingly, the person at the door to backstage let us in, and we asked someone from the band if we could join them. They never really gave us an answer. We sat in the wings and watched a French-Canadian girl rap till we got kicked out, and an old woman cheered us on for fighting the power. We slept in the back of Billie's canopied pickup truck, and I managed to put my arm around her, and nothing more. The next day, Billie gave me the mug with the candles in it, the candles all melted and the mug filled with wax. Spence's family had already packed up the tent when I arrived.

I went to an Adam's Ale gig at the Piggy Bank in May. There was a draw to enter at the front. I entered. I won the draw—a plastic mug with a bevelled bottom edge so the mug could rest at an angle, and a clock in the mouth of the mug. After a few songs, Annie—the singer for Adam's Ale, to whom I was very attracted—asked the crowd what that draw was all about. I stood up, held my mug in the air, and yelled "Annie!". She looked at me blankly. I said "I won a mug!" She replied with "Uh, right. Well, here's the next song."

The Frequently Asked Question was "What is the frequently asked question?"