ECMAs - Day 4

The last day in Fredriction was less like a day and more like a scene out of a suspense-thriller movie. Soon after we set out on our departure of the city Xandi and I would begin to question if we had entered some sort of time-warp where the city would never let us leave.
We awoke at 7:30am and quickly packed. I woke Vanessa to say goodbye and thank her for her hospitality before setting out on the road. We filled up the car and I got a giant coffee and apple and a protein bar to get myself through the trip. Xandi and I got on what we thought was the highway going South. Soon enough the signs saying "South" began to say "North" and somehow we entered the first trap of what I now call The Fredericton Vortex. We turned around and once again headed back into Fredericton. We got on the south-ward highway and looked for signs directing us East towards Nova Scotia. Trap number 2 showed its form through signs that stopped labeling themselves with directions and started labeling the highway routes with the various New Brunswick town they went to. Xandi and I took the route we thought headed East but of course the FV got us once again and we realized we were headed West. Included in the marvelous package of confusing signs Fredericton highways also offer a complete lack of exits. So, 20 km headed in the wrong direction and Xandi and I think this city will never let us leave. Finally, the 3rd time through the city and we are on our way out.
The next trauma came in the form of an over-worked bladder. 1 large coffee and half an energy drink in and I was looking for a stop. At this point I didn't realize the abuse my system, more specifically my kidneys, had taken from days of multiple coffees and several caffeine loaded drinks but I was soon to find out. Even before I parked the car at the next gas station my body was calling it quits. Once I reached the stall and released the urine I was so happy to say "goodbye" to my kidneys started throbbing in a way that would give the worst migraine a run for its money. Because these were my kidneys and I don't drink alcohol things started freaking me out. I gave myself time to calm down and breathe through the pain. This, of course, all with my penis still out of my pants at a the gas station toilette.
I got back in the car and we headed on our way again. There were more stops of of bladder-stress-intensity and a break for Harvey's before we reached Antigonish in time for Xandi to get to dance class and me to take a nap before that night's episode of Well Versed.