Rachael, Me, Gabri, Danny

Last night Heather dragged me out to the Spring Fever pub night at the Dodger. After French class (where it was decided that after our last class on the last day of classes we are taking Jerome out for drinks...yay for getting the prof drunk!) I went to the LCBO to get some coolers and to my extreme sadness they did not ask for I.D. First time buying liquor at a store since turning 19 and they didn't even ask. I was all prepared, too, with the OHIP card and Arkansas driver's license... Dieu que le monde est injuste. And then we pre-drank for a few hours, much giggling and photos taken, before going. I have developed a love for Strongbow, of all things. Not much of a beer drinker but I enjoy it. And Onion rings..mmmmmm... Sat and had a really nice chat with Jess at one end of the bar and often looked over to see much drunken making out. Quite amusing, I say, considering one of the guys was gay and encouraged all of our female friends to snog him, in Rachael's words. Fun times indeed. Then we dropped by at Duke of G for the VUSAC elections party, saw more drunken people before coming home.

Then tonight Heather, Dan, and I went to the Vic/SMC hockey game. Vic lost 3-1 versus the Catholics (many Italians, I tell you!) but it was still very entertaining! Heather and I chatted about the possibility of my playing intramural ice hockey next year. I didn't realize until today how much I miss playing Ringette. I literally had this pain in my soul about not playing, skating, shooting, scoring, smelling the ice and sweat smell that is an arena. Maybe I'll see if there are any teams around here. Of course, I'd have to buy all the equipment again... I wonder if I still have my sticks.