There's a pub crawl for my school tonight. They're actually not allowed to call it a pub crawl anymore, so it's a "downtown social." They're all gonna end the night at the Dome. I wonder how many will go upstairs to "feel" JSB.

But I'm not going. Fuck that. I'd much rather drink with friends than go to all the worst bars in the city with the practically strangers in my class. I do hope to bump into them so I can laugh my ass off. I always found the concept of a pub crawl interesting and I'm glad to say that I have experienced it once, and once was enough.

It was a few years ago. I was a student at Dalhousie, so I found it pretty novel that I was on an NSCC pub crawl. Those Akerely kids went to slightly better bars than the ones the Halifax kids are going to tonight. KC was taking Entrepreneurship. Scott J, from L-Pool, was in his class. KC and I were very good friends with him that year. Then he got a girlfriend and I haven't seen him since. That happens far too often.

Having decent folk in his class, it was the best time for us to get the pub crawl experience over with.

We started in the afternoon at a party somewhere in Dartmouth, skipping the first few bars. We met the rest of the students at Merril's, on the way to Reflections. We were already drunk. It was my first time at Reflections. Back then I ONLY had guy friends and none of them would dance. But Chris Smith (I'm using his full name, cuz ya still don't know who he is; there's thousands of Chris Smith's out there.) did. He felt uncomfortable and kept making sure KC was okay with it. KC and Scott are all like "I'm not gonna dance, you might as well." There was no way I wasn't dancing. "If this is the best place to dance, you best believe I'm gonna dance." It was fun. It was also ridiculous (kinda like last night at the Dome).

The last stop WAS the Dome, where I yelled at a bouncer for the first time. See, when you're on a pub crawl, there's a schedule. But we had been showing up late at every bar. Someone came up to us at 'Flections, "If you're going to the Dome, you have to go now or they won't let you in." So we finished our beers an hiked up.

What I can't understand is why they let Chris Smith in, but not me, KC, or Scott. We were all together, but Chris maneuvered his way up in the line. Weasely little Dartmouth boy.

I lost it.

"What do you mean we have to pay cover? I paid MY cover when I bought this fucking T-shirt."

"Well, you were late. We let people in late, but you came 15 minutes after we stopped."

KC starts pulling on me, and I keep ranting.

"WE WERE IN LINE! You let him in. He's with us. Oh well. IF YOU DON'T FUCKIN WANT MY FUCKIN MONEY, FINE. I'LL GO BACK TO REFLECTIONS. THEY LIKED MY MONEY THERE. I ONLY FUCKIN CAME TO THIS FUCKING BAR SO I COULD FUCKING CHECK IT OUT FOR FREE. FUCK YOU. FUCK THAT. etc..."

"I'm fucking going back to Reflections. FUCK!!!!!"

And then, to the people in line:

"What the FUCK are you doing waiting to get in there? FUCK THAT. This place fucking sucks. You should all go to Reflections."

We didn't go back to Reflections. We went home and smoked our brains out. I have a picture of us back at my place. We look like we're half-dead, all 4 of us.

So, if you see my classmates tonight, enjoy it. Let them know how stupid they are for buying those matching t-shirts and going to shit bars. I'll be at a couple of CD releases.