SUS Appreciation Night

Well! Much as I should be studying for my midterm on monday (Introduction to Behavioral Neuroscience, yum yum), I think last night was worth mentioning.
I was invited to go the Science Undergraduate Society's Appreciation Night. It was this big formal party hosted at the Molson Breweries (Molson is a rather foul beer brewed in Montreal)--very swanky! A friend had lent me this lovely black dress with pink frills along the bottom (thank you!); it was a perfect fit, and I expect I'll be stealing it alot more often to go swing dancing.
The venue was amazing. It consisted of two rooms: one was the actually brewery (or so they made us believe), with large copper containers, a bar with taps or every kind of beer that Molson brews (Dry, Tornardo, Bavardi, etc.), and bags and bags of popcorn scattered around. The second room was where the dinner actually took place; it was larger, with hardwood floors, big bay windows, and tables that were set with Molson plates, Molson cutlery, Molson glasses... very impressive. It turned out being an awesome night (what with the bottomless drinks, food, and popcorn!), and I wasn't even that lost, either.
Turns out I knew quite a few people at the party-- people I hadn't even known were involved! The only downside was that the entire time, people would ask me: "So, what did YOU do?", and I'd have to explain that I didn't do anything, that I'd been invited, and that I was worthless scum. It certainly motivated me to get involved, though. I aslo met heaps of really nice people, who I hope I'll remember (and will remember me). As much as I love meeting new people though, it just bugs me that I probably won't be keeping in touch with most of them. The only disadvantage to going to a HUGE school is the fact that I find it hard to get to really know someone. I'm afraid I may have ADHD, and am simply unable to SIT DOWN and get to know a person well... Not to mention that when you live in the ghetto, if you don't see someone for a week, everything moves so fast that you've most likely already become estranged.
Throughout the night, "awards" where given to different outstanding individuals and faculties, such as BUGS (Biochem), PULS (Physio), MBSU (Biology), CT (Computer Taskforce), etc. The awards themselves were Barbie dolls from the dollar store which had been stuck on plungers and spray painted gold. Slightly creepy, slightly nerdy, perfect for science. At the end, one award hadn't been given out. The poor doll was lying forlornly on the the table, headless (her head had been ripped off and combined to another doll's to make a two-headed award). Instead, she had been fitted with an erlenmeyer, and a mop of gold hair had been stuck on top of it. What else could I do? I gave the creepy chemistry doll a home, and she's now adorning my desk :-).
After the award show, the table were cleared and music began to play. All the university students, naturally, started ghetto dancing in suits and shimery dresses. It was good times, and I was convinced to stay much too late!
So in the end, I was left with: many new aquaintances, a creepy doll, a desire to get involved, free food and beer, a Molson glass, blisters on my feet, and really great memories.
I love McGill.