That’s service
February 2, 2009Jessica and I decided that taking a campus trip to tremblant this winter is a definite must. The entire weekend looks like a blur of snow and frosh week, which isn’t very farfetched when you throw 1200 drunken university students on top of a mountain. Elevators are littered with beer cans, everyone is hammered, and Jessica is craving a cigarette. She procedes in knocking on all our hotel neighbours doors, although its probably three thirty in the morning when a security guard stops her. She drunkenly explains the problem and asks if he knows anyone with smokes. He walkytalkies all his buddies and we are presented with a bushel of nasty smokes.
