Haha, nice one Blogspot. It's uploaded my pictures in reverse chronological order. So starting from the top, we have:
- Myself and Yoon at the frAUSh dance
- Wreck beach and the Pacific (sans nudists)
- Balloon tied to my ankle
- Xwi7xwa library
- Myself and Martin
- Our cups with our names on, containing Vex (an alcopop or hard lemonade as they say here. I had Vex in the city lol.)
Well, I found the other purple sock. However, I have still managed to epic fail again. I've just come home from FrAUSh and I am all sweaty so I thought I'd have a shower before bed. Except my shower gel isn't here. In my rush to get out on time I must've left it on the rack (it was only a travel bottle, no biggie.) I asked Haitham if it'd been sent his way but it hadn't. He offered me his shower gel but I said I'd get some tomorrow (I still have 5 minutes to run to Hubbard's but it's pissing it down right now.)
Now to start from the beginning. Last night I went to 'First night out' and you can probably guess from the name what it was. I was late getting there because we had a floor meeting so I missed the free pizza :( Then 7pm came round and we all got kicked out so they could start the +19 event. I went down to Subway and had what I can only describe as the worst sub ever. They were closing so weren't doing any veggie patties but they said I could have a sub with salad and cheese. Which was cool. Except they didn't ask me what I wanted so just grabbed loads of salad, thus giving me all the things I don't like (tomatoes, black olives, pickles) whilst leaving out one of my favourite ingredients, jalapeños! So by the time I'd gotten all of the ick out of my sub, I wasn't left with too much. Then I went back to the Pride thing where they had $3 drinks! This excited me greatly. I tried a few of the drinks on offer, including passion fruit cider (!?) I met a few people who seemed nice and Martin came and joined us. We took a bit of a rambling route home due to Martin being somewhat piffed. So now we've looked after each other throw up drunk. En route to Vanier we found the library with the weirdest title I've ever seen. Having done some research, it's the First Nations library and it's a Squamish word for echo. Apparently they have numbers in words. For some unknown reasons, this creeps me out. It's like having someone's password as the name of the library.
So, today was frAUSh and the Vancouver weather was certainly on form. We started and ended with it pissing it down, and in the middle we had blazing sunshine. Before I got there I had a manky breakfast (the pancakes made me retch!) but when I got there they had muffins so I had part of one and collected my t-shirt (which I then changed into) and got some purple stripes painted on my face. Then there was a speech by the Dean and some ice breaker exercises (one of which involved balloons being tied to our ankles) before lunch which was Dominos! Mmm. I was good. I cringed my way through two slices of tomatoes, mushrooms, and more black olives! We then went to the SUB and played some games, including the pudding game.Then we saw UBC Improv before doing the scavenger hunt. Different things on the list were assigned different points. We did pretty well as I had a lot of the stuff (EU passport, non-BC driving license, non-UBC student card) but we didn't win. One of the things we had to do was go to Wreck beach (the nudist one) and get a group photo with a nudist. That was interesting. Took a picture and an accidental clip of the Pacific. Really nice beach but the stairs killed us. After the hunt we had the speghetti dinner (their typo, not mine) which was ironic because there was no spaghetti. Lots of other pastas though. Then there was the dance. It was like a school disco. There was no alcohol, everyone was waaaaaaaay younger than me, I didn't know most of the songs and everyone danced in that really inconsiderate, limbs everywhere way that only people who have never been clubbing seem to class as dancing. Having 'danced' to Barbie Girl (they palyed Gina G at Pride!) I decided to take my leave. I thought about the reasons I go clubbing and identified why the dance tonight wasn't my cuppa.
Reasons I go to clubs:
- Celebrate special occasions
- To drink
- They're open later than most pubs
- To 'dance' badly to songs I like
- To socialise with my friends
- To dress up
Tonight included none of the above lol. On that note, I'm off to bed.
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