Sunday, September 11, 2005

 

when my friends ask me where i'm staying...

...and i tell them salish house (it's the equivalent of 'block' in a hall) in totem, they *all* say tt tt is the noisy house, the party house, the happening house.

well.

i overslept shinerama by 3 hours. fuck. woke up, dragged self out of bed to waste time by going shopping and buying a lot of useless stuff like more t-shirts for running and a collective soul cd to feed into my current collective soul obsession (even tho my housemates are trying to introduce me to the used, alexisonfire (both of which are playing in vancouver on sept 22), alkaline trio, and jack johnson and ben harper (depending on who you talk to).

so after dinner, my neighbour jackie came to me. asked if i wanted to look for some life. it's a sat night after all. ended up saying hi to some of the guys, going down the the 4th floor (we're on the 6th) with the weird 'all-guys' hangout (which is weird coz it looks kinda gay) for a while... and then the american student katie, who stays on my floor, came back, and armed with water bottles of mixes (i.e. vodka orange or rum and coke or whatever other poison you could put in your water bottle) as well as bottle or cans of canadian beer, we trooped into her room and proceded to play some drinking card game. at first it was all girls, then the boys came up to join us with more booze.

i drank a can of beer at just 1 game because of all the forfeits. then it progressed to the "have you ever?" game. which basically degenerated into a frank, brutal discussion about sex. or rather, everyone's sex life. or more accurately, the sex lives of some of the people in the group who had done a lot more than others.

these people don't judge. getting laid is worth celebrating, actually. everyone wants to join the mile-high club, most of them have done it in the back of their cars, a few have done it on the beach, in the pool, on the kitchen table (whoohoo!), and boy do i feel like i'm from some alien planet of mars or something.

but tt said, it was enlightening and highly fun listening to the drunken indiscretions of a lot of these people, while being really quiet having nothing much to say and cradling a beer till it's gone. i think we were doing tt for over 2 hours. oh gosh.

after a while, went back to jackie's room coz graheme and adam were trying to help her set up her itunes to program her computer to play music. and we chatted a bit about types of music and stuff, and then the rest of the people trooped over and we all ended up sitting on the floor of the hallway singing along to oasis' 'wonderwall' in a half-stoned state of mind as the 1am 'quiet time' curfew rolled around the corner.

you know what? i really could get used to mixing with the locals.
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