The lengths we go to in order to get drunk..

last night was supposed to be carolyn's private party that i was hosting at the pub, which is normally closed on sundays. i was basically gonna bartend and babysit for them while they got slooshed in their favorite establishment.

then the snowstorm hit. i got back from moncton at 9am yesterday so the boys could get back to halifax ahead of most of the snow. we hibernated indoors all day. caro, andre and i ordered chinese for lunch and wheeled it into the bedroom on a cart so we could continue our huddle. by suppertime we were concerned that no one was going to make it out to our party because the conditions were so bad. however, MTA came to the rescue by announcing they were cancelling monday's classes! wohoo! official snow day.
scooter took the obvious route and decided to open the pup since all the students would be looking for a place to get drunk now, and the LC was already closed.

around 8pm, we bundled up in many many layers of clothes, grabbed the birthday cake, and started the adventure to the pub. there was a foot of snow in the roads, even where they had already been plowed. but the worst thing about snow in sackville, is that it's always super-fine blowy snow... that builds into ginormous drifts from the wind coming in off the marshes. on campus the drifts were 4 or 5 feet high and the only way to get to the other side was to go through them. when we finally arrived, we decorated a corner of the pub with streamers and balloons. the rest of the night was filled with drinking games, cake, random photos, and dollar drink specials thanks to scoots.

such a great night. proof that the best ones aren't necessarily the well-planed ones.