What a crazy night. This kind of thing has to be recorded. Got back to Montreal from Quebec city yesterday, dropped off the car and moved into my friends' place on Saint-Urbain. Alex and Simon are from Leeds on exchange at McGill University and right now its 'Frosh': the orientation week before they start their classes. Goes without saying there is a fair bit of partying going on. Last night me and Simon went to one of the University residences: an old hotel that has been fitted out for students. Pretty nice place with lots of cool people. We hung out there for a while in a couple of people's rooms having a few beers there before we went out to the club. Everyone gathered themselves and got moving, all piled into the elevator, decended a few floors... then it started jolting up and down. We all got a little worried. We checked the elevator capacity: 18 and there were 17 of us, I suppose I have put on a few pounds but this is ridiculous. It was really hot in there, people were anxious and nautious: things looked grim. Eventually someone called reception from their phone and told them what was happening, they called the maintainence team and they were on their way. One of the girls was too drunk and feeling pretty bad and needed a shoulder to cry on. One of the other guys in the lift had had his eye on her for a while and wasn't too happy about this. Things started to get awkward... People sweating having trouble breathing, freaking out, sitting on the floor, yelling. I was trying to lighten the mood, talking to the other guys, joking around. That didn't fly too well with some of the more anxious amoung them who preferred to be in silence. Quite a situation there. Finally we got out thanks to maintainence, who preffered no flash photography? Interesting... Some people headed home after the stress and the rest of us found our way into a taxi. Arrived at the club with my fake arm band and walked in... only to see the girls I was with couldn't get in. I made a U-turn to help them out. After doing some hefty smooth talking I managed to get my arm band ripped off, get the girls in and walk away with my tail between my legs. Go me. Thankfully while waiting in line at the other bar my friend saw me and got me right in and everything was good. Needless to say I had a few drinks that night... And so it continues.