QUEBECCCC
Went Quebec this weekend and it was a BLAST. I am about to do one of those posts where I talk about a lot about people that most of you don't know, so if you want to just skip that part, go to facebook and look at pictures. Otherwise,
OK, so we got to Quebec on Monday, after having spent the weekend celebrating Mel's legalizing/pub crew initializing birthday. Monday night, we tried to go out but ended up hitting this lame English pub wannabe with no one in it. Fun stuff, no?
Tuesday, Mike, Dipesh, Kirran, and I took an EARLY shuttle to Stoneham for skiing. I won't carry on too much about how much I LOVED that, because most people already know that if I could I would ski and ski and ski until my knees gave out and my feet fell off, and even then, I would try to keep skiing. I have a broken toe, which was broken BEFORE skiing, and I still skiied on it. It was AWESOME.
Tuesday night, we pre-drunk (sorry, Americans. Pre-GAMED) in the hotel and then we went out to grab some dinner before hitting the Dag. Everything was closed by the time we got there, so we got some delicious 24-hour Subway sandwiches and then went to the Dag. There was NO ONE there. I mean, I understand a Tuesday night, but this was kind of pitiful. I went up to the bar to order drinks, and I got hit on by some weirdo with a sweater tied around his waist. NONE of my friends got up and responded to my HELP ME looks until Brian came over. I didn't even get a free drink out of the scarring ordeal :(
So we basically turned the upstairs into last Pub Night, where we were the only ones dancing, we left when the club closed, and Mike had to prop me up and essentially carry me back to the hotel. Beautiful.
Next morning, however, I was up again for skiing. See above if you don't understand why. It was just me and Kirran that day, and although I was kind of sorry that I wasn't hanging back to see the city, we found out later that the others slept until 2, so I didn't feel so bad. When we got back, we went out for a nice dinner, and Mel broke her shoe in the middle of the snow in the streets of Quebec. That was interesting, especially because the concierge at the hotel had given us the wrong address, so Mike and I were busy getting lost while the other boys went back to the hotel to get Mel other shoes and Kirran tried to help Mel hobble down the street.
Thursday, Mike, Kirran, Dipesh, and I went skiing again. I fell for the first time in the woods trying to be cool, but I managed to retain my dignity until I lost a fight with Dipesh and ended up in a tree pit with a faceful of snow. Dipesh and I had an AWESOME run at the end that we wished at first we had been taking the whole time, but then we realized that it was better that we hadn't.
Thursday night, we went back out to the Dag. It was much of the same, except this time we pregamed with these disgusting premixed cocktails in a bottle, the guy who bought me a drink was 50 with a moustache and a vest, Dipesh got WASTED and thought that everyone wanted to fight him, and Mel tasted the snow on the way to Dunkin because Dipesh told her it would taste like doughnuts.
Friday, we essentially slept all day. Mike, Dipesh, and I went to this AWESOME bar at around 2 to play pool, and we all ended up having lunch there. Our plan for the day, which was to go to Old Quebec, didn't happen until around 5, at which point it was too cold to wander for too long, so we went back soon after to pregame. Dipesh and I drank a bottle of wine each, which was a terrible idea and caused the following events:
1. A bouncer saw me sitting in the bathroom and asked me to leave.
2. I left and threw up in the street.
3. French guys yelled at me for throwing up in the street and I told them to fuck off in at least 2 languages.
4. I took a shower, completely wasted, and fell asleep in Brian and Kirran's bed.
5. There was a text message debocle at the club which ended with Mel screaming at Dipesh and Kirran "Why do you two hate each other?"
6. Brian and Kirran left the club, went to Quiznos without telling anyone, and took over the boys room because I was in their bed.
7. Dipesh kept everyone up with his snoring.
8. Dipesh dropped his pants in the lobby of the hotel.
9. Mel slept on the floor and threw up all night.
10. Sharjil slept under the nasty hotel quilt on the nasty hotel carpet.
11. Dipesh got out of Mel and Sharjil's bed for one moment, only to take off his pants and get back in.
I don't remember anything else. Mel and I had an interesting, 10 hour, hungover train ride, and now I'm back at school with no more work done than when I left. I LOVE READING WEEK.
OK, so we got to Quebec on Monday, after having spent the weekend celebrating Mel's legalizing/pub crew initializing birthday. Monday night, we tried to go out but ended up hitting this lame English pub wannabe with no one in it. Fun stuff, no?
Tuesday, Mike, Dipesh, Kirran, and I took an EARLY shuttle to Stoneham for skiing. I won't carry on too much about how much I LOVED that, because most people already know that if I could I would ski and ski and ski until my knees gave out and my feet fell off, and even then, I would try to keep skiing. I have a broken toe, which was broken BEFORE skiing, and I still skiied on it. It was AWESOME.
Tuesday night, we pre-drunk (sorry, Americans. Pre-GAMED) in the hotel and then we went out to grab some dinner before hitting the Dag. Everything was closed by the time we got there, so we got some delicious 24-hour Subway sandwiches and then went to the Dag. There was NO ONE there. I mean, I understand a Tuesday night, but this was kind of pitiful. I went up to the bar to order drinks, and I got hit on by some weirdo with a sweater tied around his waist. NONE of my friends got up and responded to my HELP ME looks until Brian came over. I didn't even get a free drink out of the scarring ordeal :(
So we basically turned the upstairs into last Pub Night, where we were the only ones dancing, we left when the club closed, and Mike had to prop me up and essentially carry me back to the hotel. Beautiful.
Next morning, however, I was up again for skiing. See above if you don't understand why. It was just me and Kirran that day, and although I was kind of sorry that I wasn't hanging back to see the city, we found out later that the others slept until 2, so I didn't feel so bad. When we got back, we went out for a nice dinner, and Mel broke her shoe in the middle of the snow in the streets of Quebec. That was interesting, especially because the concierge at the hotel had given us the wrong address, so Mike and I were busy getting lost while the other boys went back to the hotel to get Mel other shoes and Kirran tried to help Mel hobble down the street.
Thursday, Mike, Kirran, Dipesh, and I went skiing again. I fell for the first time in the woods trying to be cool, but I managed to retain my dignity until I lost a fight with Dipesh and ended up in a tree pit with a faceful of snow. Dipesh and I had an AWESOME run at the end that we wished at first we had been taking the whole time, but then we realized that it was better that we hadn't.
Thursday night, we went back out to the Dag. It was much of the same, except this time we pregamed with these disgusting premixed cocktails in a bottle, the guy who bought me a drink was 50 with a moustache and a vest, Dipesh got WASTED and thought that everyone wanted to fight him, and Mel tasted the snow on the way to Dunkin because Dipesh told her it would taste like doughnuts.
Friday, we essentially slept all day. Mike, Dipesh, and I went to this AWESOME bar at around 2 to play pool, and we all ended up having lunch there. Our plan for the day, which was to go to Old Quebec, didn't happen until around 5, at which point it was too cold to wander for too long, so we went back soon after to pregame. Dipesh and I drank a bottle of wine each, which was a terrible idea and caused the following events:
1. A bouncer saw me sitting in the bathroom and asked me to leave.
2. I left and threw up in the street.
3. French guys yelled at me for throwing up in the street and I told them to fuck off in at least 2 languages.
4. I took a shower, completely wasted, and fell asleep in Brian and Kirran's bed.
5. There was a text message debocle at the club which ended with Mel screaming at Dipesh and Kirran "Why do you two hate each other?"
6. Brian and Kirran left the club, went to Quiznos without telling anyone, and took over the boys room because I was in their bed.
7. Dipesh kept everyone up with his snoring.
8. Dipesh dropped his pants in the lobby of the hotel.
9. Mel slept on the floor and threw up all night.
10. Sharjil slept under the nasty hotel quilt on the nasty hotel carpet.
11. Dipesh got out of Mel and Sharjil's bed for one moment, only to take off his pants and get back in.
I don't remember anything else. Mel and I had an interesting, 10 hour, hungover train ride, and now I'm back at school with no more work done than when I left. I LOVE READING WEEK.