Since my first year, I have heard the legend of students going out every night for an entire week. I always wondered who did that (and mostly how). Well since school only started last Wednesday and clearly the first few days are unimportant, I decided to see if I could turn myth into reality.
Our wild week began Tuesday, the night before school. Monday was left out due to Labor Day and the fact that I'd just flown back from vacation. All week, outings were planned, all leading up to the engineering bus trip to nowhere on Saturday. Now before I tell you lessons learned from this epic week, a bit of info on the bus trip!
There is a long standing tradition in engineering at McGill in taking the bus trip to nowhere. The idea is to board a bus that takes you to a small town bar, where the participants proceed to drink it dry. It's also called DUSTED (Drink Unsuspecting Small Town Establishment Dry) at other universities. I missed the bus trip last January, expecting to do the one in September................ which doesn't exist. Oops. So I went, panicked, to my friend Ashley. I guess my despair at the idea of not finishing my list got to her, because she came back within an hour with a solution: do Concordia's DUSTED. And so we did friends. SO. WE. DID.
5 things I learned during my week of wild nights:
1) One does not simply plan to go out every night for a week.
Out of the five nights planned, only 2 went according to plan. I think the people who live out this experience simply have it happen to them. You can't plan. You must simply do. And drink.
2) Ashley makes a damn good going out buddy.
She followed in this week of adventures fearlessly.
3) A full week of no sleep and alcohol will get you sick. Most definitely.
As I write this, I am surrounded by kleenex and Tylenols.
4) Never do DUSTED again. But tell future generations the story of this epic night.
There were 900 people. 900. That is bigger than the full army of men from the story of 300. Just sayin'. This is how intense the night was: after standing in line for an hour and a half, we got inside to pick up our shirts. We had just enough time to throw them on before someone came toward us with a bottle of alcohol (shot #1). Then we walked forward to someone offering us mini cups (shot #2). We got on the bus, were offered a beer, and immediately had to chug it. And that my friends, was before we even left Montreal toward our secret location. I can't betray the secrets of the night, but I will tell you I got home at 4 and still haven't fully recovered. No lie.
5) Confession: I now feel like I've lived out my youth fully.
Yes it's silly to say! But this one week of being extremely crazy, going to bed late (or early depending how you see it), meeting people, juggling responsibilities and carelessness... it was stupid.
Stupid good.
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