glad tidings?

who blogs anymore anyway, isn't that so last semester?
speaking of semesters i received my schedule from st. thomas this morning and i had to call them to ask what the hell it was. apparently i'm waiting to be "approved" for the lone unb course i applied for as well so i won't even know till late summer whether i have a full schedule or not

i'm thinking about dropping out already

June Beckons

Well its the Blogs B-day today, and Im just testing it out to see if the wires are all set to go. June is starting up, last month of school eh? (Thank God) It'll fly by before we know it.

The Montreal Stripper Story

Here it is, in all its glory, the (soon to be infamous) Montreal stripper story.

I thought it might be a good idea to post this - as there needs to be a beacon of truth somewhere in the inevitable rumour mill that is our school.

On Thursday, May 25th, Carly M. and I decided to go out for supper after a long days drive. After stopping at a Vietnamese restaurant for dinner (we tried Sake, which is basically hot alcohol, and is considered good for some reason), we walked around St. Catherine's Street in order to get a sense of the place. Before long, we were talking to a bouncer outside "Club Chic", a very classy strip joint if I do say so myself. After some debate, we decided to enter, though the bouncer told us they would think our Nova Scotia Driver's license were fake. Five dollars each later (stupid cover charge) we were past the security and seated. A charming waitress in a lovely outfit took our drink orders, and apparently two beer is supposed to cost 12 bucks. When I paid her, she "politely" informed me that the tip was not included and I fumbled around looking for change, eventually handing her an extra three bucks (it was black lighting, and it was incredibly difficult to tell what I had in my hand). So we sit, and look, and talk, and after a while these two ladies, Jenna and Annabelle, come over to chat. They tell us they would be honored to dance for us - unfortunately, we did not have the proper cash. Carly decides to go to the ATM, which had a CHARGE OF FIVE BUCKS. She also buys a ten dollar drink, because you know, that's reasonable. We go back to our new friends who are hitting on these other people, but eventually they come back, and after some small talk lead us into a back room which basically resembled a change area at American Eagle, only much darker and naked-er. We sit down in the farthest booth, and they inform us it's 20 bucks, and a two song minimum. We only had twenty bucks, so we said no, just one song, and then they agreed.

As for the dance itself? My face was being attacked by her breasts, and I was slightly afraid for my life (authors note: the black eye was a result of the tae kwon-do tournament at a later date, in which I recieved a silver medal for sparring!). Annabelle got energetic and decided to do her very poor re-enactment of the harlem shake. Since the dance was "full contact", the strippers continuosly put our hands on their uh, lady parts. It was very... awkward. Yes, awkward is the word I'm looking for.

So the song ends, and Carly hands them the twenty, and suddenly it's 20 dollars each, so I go to the ATM and get more money (again, a five dollar charge). After that, Carly got another drink and we left for the hotel, where I immediately took a shower and vowed never to return to that strip club again. Those big city women simply preyed on us small-town folk.

I feel dirty.

The Christening!

I hereby name this blog, and all who post within its hallowed halls, the "A-Dot Brothers".


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