i went to a gala last night - what did you do?
so there was reading week. that was fun. alex and his brother graham and i drove to london to hang out with mare one day which was my nice little reading week adventure. graham is hot. apparently hot runs in the family.
then there was a week of school. it was one of those crazy midterm-ridden weeks for almost everyone; alex and i seemed to get off rather light with just a couple of assignments (although one of mine was the C++ assignment from hell, which luckily ended in an unexpectedly good way) so as nobody else would hang out with us due to homework overload, we just hung out with each other all week. there were also some bands centennial gala preparations going on, although i didn't get involved in those till yesterday.
yesterday morning. i couldn't tell you why i agreed to this, but i dropped alex off at RMC for navy work at 7 in the morning. this was after a late night of getting high and listening to phish, which was tremendously fun but ill-timed with the early morning. at 9 i took bonney and aaron over to kat's, where the centennial committee was gathered to prep for the gala. by early afternoon we'd finished setting up at the hotel, so i got in a couple hours of sleep before the actual event started.
the gala itself was fantastic. playing for a crowd of ex-bandsies is amazing because they all know and love our songs, and they yell the 'oy!'s as hard as we do, and they scream and cheer and sing along loud and proud. the dance was just awesome, despite everyone except me being drunk - sometimes with bands it just doesn't matter. it was a solid mix of good music, dancing, and meeting random super friendly alumni... and because its bands, there was also a nice splash of sketchiness, skanky grinding, pass the ice, unreasonably loud singing of bus songs, funny pictures, current- against ex-bandsie boat races (we won both times), banner-worthy quotes, and sneaky alcohol incidents. my favorite part of the night was probably around 2 AM, when the DJ played you've lost that lovin' feeling there was a line of our guys singing along really emphatically, facing a line of us girls singing the echoes back at them just as intensely... it was just so perfect and awesome and i just loved all the boys so much right then.
at some point alex (who stayed for the after-party in a couple of alumni hotel room, and now has the nickname "little pog" - aka little passed out guy) was talking to a couple of girl alumni and i went over to say hello and i still don't know exactly the circumstances but, as the girlfriend, i was asked to hold up the back of his kilt so a girl could take a picture. and what a picture it is.... ass against a background of pure plaid. awesome.
at the end of the night, we stretched out a couple of bands songs, well past the point when the hotel staff turned on the lights and started cleaning up. eventually i decided i was just too tired and cranky and sober to want to stay for the hotel after-party, so after a short misadventure involving drunk julia, skinny dipping, the closed hotel pool, and security cameras (ahh yes, how i love those security cameras and the associated pissed off hotel staff), i drove amanda, julia, and mare home.
i'm slightly jealous of the people that stayed behind for the hotel party, but i know that i wasn't in the right mood to have really enjoyed it... i can only GO - sober - for so long. that being said, i plan to GO in montreal rather hard... i get to drink again, so i'm going to ritual early friday afternoon to predrink for the 3 PM busride... that means we'll get there just in time for dinner... add a drink or two with dinner, predrinking before going out, and then partying at a club somewhere, and i should be drunk for at least 12 hours straight, if not more. montreal is going to be a three-day bender of epic proportions.
then there was a week of school. it was one of those crazy midterm-ridden weeks for almost everyone; alex and i seemed to get off rather light with just a couple of assignments (although one of mine was the C++ assignment from hell, which luckily ended in an unexpectedly good way) so as nobody else would hang out with us due to homework overload, we just hung out with each other all week. there were also some bands centennial gala preparations going on, although i didn't get involved in those till yesterday.
yesterday morning. i couldn't tell you why i agreed to this, but i dropped alex off at RMC for navy work at 7 in the morning. this was after a late night of getting high and listening to phish, which was tremendously fun but ill-timed with the early morning. at 9 i took bonney and aaron over to kat's, where the centennial committee was gathered to prep for the gala. by early afternoon we'd finished setting up at the hotel, so i got in a couple hours of sleep before the actual event started.
the gala itself was fantastic. playing for a crowd of ex-bandsies is amazing because they all know and love our songs, and they yell the 'oy!'s as hard as we do, and they scream and cheer and sing along loud and proud. the dance was just awesome, despite everyone except me being drunk - sometimes with bands it just doesn't matter. it was a solid mix of good music, dancing, and meeting random super friendly alumni... and because its bands, there was also a nice splash of sketchiness, skanky grinding, pass the ice, unreasonably loud singing of bus songs, funny pictures, current- against ex-bandsie boat races (we won both times), banner-worthy quotes, and sneaky alcohol incidents. my favorite part of the night was probably around 2 AM, when the DJ played you've lost that lovin' feeling there was a line of our guys singing along really emphatically, facing a line of us girls singing the echoes back at them just as intensely... it was just so perfect and awesome and i just loved all the boys so much right then.
at some point alex (who stayed for the after-party in a couple of alumni hotel room, and now has the nickname "little pog" - aka little passed out guy) was talking to a couple of girl alumni and i went over to say hello and i still don't know exactly the circumstances but, as the girlfriend, i was asked to hold up the back of his kilt so a girl could take a picture. and what a picture it is.... ass against a background of pure plaid. awesome.
at the end of the night, we stretched out a couple of bands songs, well past the point when the hotel staff turned on the lights and started cleaning up. eventually i decided i was just too tired and cranky and sober to want to stay for the hotel after-party, so after a short misadventure involving drunk julia, skinny dipping, the closed hotel pool, and security cameras (ahh yes, how i love those security cameras and the associated pissed off hotel staff), i drove amanda, julia, and mare home.
i'm slightly jealous of the people that stayed behind for the hotel party, but i know that i wasn't in the right mood to have really enjoyed it... i can only GO - sober - for so long. that being said, i plan to GO in montreal rather hard... i get to drink again, so i'm going to ritual early friday afternoon to predrink for the 3 PM busride... that means we'll get there just in time for dinner... add a drink or two with dinner, predrinking before going out, and then partying at a club somewhere, and i should be drunk for at least 12 hours straight, if not more. montreal is going to be a three-day bender of epic proportions.