wing night at the drake

in canmore. the place was packed - for grrrls with guitars? ah, for the 29 cent wings (5pm - while supplies last). the room was smoky and each of us covered our mouths while scanning the menu for a vegetarian option. by the time we took the stage, the wing fans were loud, drunk and getting drunker. so we tagged along, getting louder and drunker too. despite the lads whistling cat calls from "girl power!" to "man haters!" and trying to battle their volume, it was a fun gig. so different from the cozy listening crowd in ashcroft (the opera house was a splended night) but interesting to drop into a new town each night and figure out what parts of ourselves will suit the audience du jour. coquettish, we skipped the sad songs and ordered another round. at the end of it, coco and i went for a walk with brandon and noel, along couger creek, our feet crunching the brightly moon and star lit snow. floodlights they seemed, and we'd been in the city too long to not be amazed at the visibility of the natural night. the crisp air got too cold and we climbed back into their truck (me banging my knee gracefully while doing so). back at the drake, we learned they want us to play two nights next time we're in town. i guess the wing men liked the man haters after all.