Me weekends.... yarrr

With the flurry of activity that have been my last couple weekends, I think it's time I get off my lazy arse and publish something here. Vaughn is putting me to shame writing deep poetry and expounding on politics every third day. I'm feeling the pressure.

Two weekends ago a big chunk of my class and a good number of the second years headed out to Quebec City for a little thing called Medgames which is a weekend of athletic competition between medical students. Schools from Manitoba east come, and since it's in Quebec, the Quebec schools tend to have the largest representation.

Now Western's reputation precedes them. We usually send a huge group of people (check) sign up for lots of sports (check) and then default all our games because people are usually too hung over from last night's party to get up to play (check). I broke with Western's tradition and participated in as many sports as possible. A waterpolo game where only 7 people showed up. That's a LOT of swimming. In fact, I've never felt like I was going to drown as much as for that 40 minutes. Our frisbee team consisted of three troopers in the foot of snow and pouring rain playing a team of 6. Let it be known we had a 2-1 lead and held them at 2-2 for most of the first half. I hopped back in the pool to participate in a 4×50m freestyle relay, and played some volleyball. But the real kicker of it all was when I got up early Sunday morning to go watch other people, and while waiting for the 4×200m track team to run we realized that there was no 4×200m track team. Except one guy. So me and another guy hop down to the track, in our jeans, and run the relay. By some stroke of genius I was chosen to run anchor. We actually maintained second place by about 3 feet at the handoff to my leg. I pushed hard around the corner, but it became apparent as this chiseled, short-short-wearing guy in spikes blew by me on the back straight that I was quite outclassed. I believe I yelled something like "Hey! That's not fair! You run track!" at him, though I'm not sure he understood me. Language barrier and all that.

The weekend was a blast, and though I ended up making the decision to play more sports and see less of the city, my view out the hotel window indicated that Quebec seemed like a cool place. I'll have to go back sometime.

Which brings us to this past weekend. Sunday a group of people from our class went to a Pistons game. My first foray into the world of professional basketball was a pretty good game. Our seats were up high, but the view was still good. The game was close, a rarity for the Pistons lately, and we even had hope of it getting pushed to overtime, but the Pistons triumphed by two. The atmosphere at the game is pretty fun, maybe not as crazy (except in our section) as I might have thought, but the game was a blast. We stopped off in Windsor at a bar and then headed back late. I even made 8:30 class... at least in body.

In between exciting weekends I still go to class a lot, work on the admissions video, and whittle away the rest of my time doing who knows what.

Thus ends the Art report.