canadia

[coatcult]

we went to vancouver, the occasion was nick's 19th, and it was sweet. the hostels and hotels were all packed so we ended up having to pay a little more to split two rooms between the six of us at some Roda hotel. there's a ton of stuff in that city, we walked around some this morning and yeah. i've been fighting a slight hangover that probably has more to do with the maybe two hours of sleep (stupid insomnia upped by ten in company, and i've never been able to sleep while sharing a bed...not necessarily a bad thing) but other than that i feel absolutely perky~ so last night three of us found this really neat irish pub called dooley's that had little nooks and crannies with serious high backed chairs and good wooden tables and mismatched things. it's really strange to be able to go into a place like that, and then pay for things with a combo of us and canadian currencies. heh, the three of us had only the vaguest idea of how bars work so there was an awkward few minutes where we kind of wished we had our more experienced member with us... so i suggested we go to the actual bar and get drinks and we did and it went very smoothly after that. the other three met up with us later and i don't know what i was expecting, but it was really fucking fun. one member drank too much too fast and molested us the rest of the night (it seemed me in particular, yay *teeth*) but it was hilarious. nick talks a lot when he drinks. ashley swears more. sabrina, god, i don't really want to think about it. shorty, not much different, clumsier i guess. nana's giggly and proclaims her drunkness (we conversed more last night than we ever have. same with nick, actually tho that's less surprising) and i suppose i'm sloppier and easily amused. i felt like whistling. only two of the group drank enough to get sick, which isn't a bad ratio for a bunch of lightweights. heh, racing to down shots is not only manly but really fun, tho we only did two, jameson irish whiskey, for obvious reasons. i found that i hate fruity drinks. cosmopolitans, appletinis, southern comfort, all things like those are foul beyond measure. a really really dry appletini might be tolerable at best. but if it tastes like sour puke, why bother, there's a chance for that anyway why taste it twice. personally, i didn't feel a bit sick. i didn't stumble or hit anything (except when a certain someone latched herself onto me...) and drinking's got one thing really going for it: there is a huge sense of camaraderie. steps were no problem, i hopped down them because i was feeling lively, and the only instance where i had issues was finding the bathroom. i saw a sign, first time i looked there was a black little stick figure and an arrow and i figured that looked right and was good enough to follow, but i walked down the hall to it and last second realized there were only guys coming out of that door...so i went back and found the other part of the sign, right below it, that had the red stick figure in a dress and that, apparently, led to the right bathroom. oops. haha. the pub was a real place though. they had rugby going on the telly and damn i like that game. i'd never watched it before but these guys just kick and hook and murder each other and they dont have a ton of pansy flags and fouls and shit. it was good watching. far as i know, the other tv near us only showed some sport where balding old men in dark polos are televised wearing headsets looking down and talking to people on the phone, of course there was no sound but i assume it was sports related? the drive back was decent, tired filled, and had some interesting stuff at customs thats actually not interesting enough to make me want to type it out.

it was really fun. i'd like to do it again. it was...not exactly what i expected. it was better. *babblebabble*