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    â€œAll right Frank. I’ll take care of it as soon as I get there.”
    I hung up the call and I did really seem like the popular girl because Frank was calling again, but this time I wasn’t going to answer. I wasn’t on the clock nor was I accepting any calls the rest of the weekend. It was time to party.
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    Stacey pulled into a gas station and made it known that she needed toll and gas money from us. I was going to give her money as soon as we got to an ATM, and I didn’t need a reminder, but her petty ass kept hinting around, which aggravated the hell out of me. As soon as we got a few feet away from her car, I began to question Geneva about her friend’s ways.
    â€œI don’t know why she felt the need to ask us like we were children,” I said. “What grown person gets in another grown person’s car and does not pay their own way?”
    â€œShh, be quiet. She might hear us,” said Geneva.
    â€œI don’t care. I can’t take her penny-pinching this weekend. I’m serious.”
    â€œLet’s just give her money and be done with it,” Geneva replied.
    We paid for the gas and grabbed gum, Nerds, chips, and a few waters.
    â€œStacey, we put eighty in the tank. That should be enough, right?” I asked. “And here’s another seventy-five dollars. That should cover anything else.” I saw her look down and count it. I looked over at Geneva. She just shook her head, and I rolled my eyes.
    It took only eight hours for us to go over the Canadian border. We flashed our passports at the border patrol, and they welcomed us into their country. Our first stop was to Niagara Falls. We stopped quickly and took pictures in front of the gushing water. It was a beautiful sight, but we were more interested in getting to the party.
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    Toronto looked like any other big city. There was a melting pot of people of every race and nationality walking down the street, like in New York City. The only difference was it was really clean.
    We were staying at a Sheraton Hotel near all the events. We entered our spacious room with two double beds, unpacked, showered, and changed our clothes. They both checked in by cell phone with their husbands. That was one part of being married I wouldn’t miss. I could do without the constant “Hurry home,” “What’s for dinner?” and “Where are you?” No more cell phone checking in for me. I happily turned my phone off. I was a free woman and loving it.
    It was time to see the city and we were all dressed and ready to go.
    The city streets were full of Caribbean people adorned in their islands’ colors. Jamaicans waved yellow, black, and green flags, and people from Trinidad and Tobago waved their country’s red and black flag. I saw so many colors and flags, that it was almost dizzying. We were lucky our hotel was just a few blocks from all the excitement: we could drink as much as we liked and were close enough to be able to stumble back to our hotel. And the events we couldn’t walk to, we would just catch cabs, because none of us were interested in receiving an international DUI.
    We made it to one of the clubs called Coast Line and were ready to start our partying. After we showed the bouncer our IDs, he opened the door to a club playing fast calypso music. It was humid and warm, and there were wall-to-wall sweaty bodies shaking to the fast beat. We walked over to the bar and tried to order drinks, but there was a crowd of people ahead of us in the libation line. It didn’t matter. I walked to the other side and managed to get the bartender’s attention. I asked her for six apple martinis.
    â€œVette, why are you ordering so many drinks?” Stacey asked.
    â€œSo we won’t have to get back in line.”
    â€œGirl, you always thinking. How much we owe you?”
    â€œNothing. This round is on me,” I said as I passed them their