Trip Start Oct 12, 2005
47Trip End May 04, 2006
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I had just flown into Ottawa after an emotional last two days in Iqaluit. The only aid for the sort of sorrow one feels when bidding a final farewell to their hometown is obviously booze. My trusted companion Paleah (Masters student #1), anticipating my emotional state, was prepared to go down the bottle with me.
Sitting in her apartment with her roomate (Masters student #2) we discuss dinner plans. Enter the three Med students. The wheels start to turn; if I'm going to get plastered so is everyone else I decide.
We head to the FANTASTIC Horn of Africa for a little food and some beer. Now, if you are unfamiliar with The Horn of Africa(as I was) it is a terrific spot for drinking as beer is only $2.75 a bottle - oh yeah - it's also happens to be a tiny Etiopian restaurant. Excellent. At this point, the Med students are trying to resist the temptation of a night out in the Ottawa Market, as is the roomate. "Leave you car back at our place", "you can crash on the couch with Shannon", "what time is our lab tomorrow? not till 2?". I can see our night is set.
Soon after it was off to The Dominion (aka "the Dom") for peanut races and scrabble. I do not recomend the rasberry beer for chugging. After the Dom, things start to get fuzzy. My wallet was almost lost (recovered by Matt who was repaid for his herioism with a slap in the face), I had strange green goo substance on my left buttock and soon we were down one Masters and one Med student. The night continued.
Off it was to Club 101, third floor. Strange french man, random creapy man, more beer. The night was getting messy. By the time we left, I had been innapropriately rubbed up against by the strange french man, I was most certaining not walking straight and I was now down one more Med student and one more Masters student. It was me and one Med student left to fend for ourselves.
We make it back to Paleah's. We cannot, however, make it past her front door without keys and she is not answering her phone despite my buzzing her for half an hour. The Med student decides to call matt (1st lost Med student) ..... in his drunked state, he forgets that dialing a name on your cell phone will not necessarily give you that person, especially when that person is up in Paleah's bed, and not at his dads house where he is calling. Matt's dad is awoken at 2:30 am to "HEEEEY MAT WHAT'S UP!!" followed by "I'm sooooo sorry to have woken you sir". Hysterical laughter follows.
The roomate and the other med student show up, we are let up stairs. My memory is very vague at this point. There is much pain the next morning. Thank heavens for freezies.
The roomate has missed a meeting and calls in sick to work. The Med students miss their classes. My mission is a absolute success.
Paleah: as always, we have succeeded in drinking way to much. Can't wait to do it again, although I may need the next 6 months to recover.