Once Upon a Climb...

Alas I have returned to my post!

I do apologize for my leave of absence, but I shall nevertheless catch you up on all the adventures! As I said in my previous post, the toga party was one of the funnest nights I have ever had. So fun, that I spent Saturday sleeping, relaxing, and watched About A Boy with some flatmates and an honourary flatmate.

In the wee hours of Sunday morning I arose from my slumber + 1 (daylight savings) and hopped on to a bus to the Lake District. Although we only saw Grasmere (a small section of the area), my first impression of the Lake District was that it was an exact replica of the Canadian wilderness- plentiful in water, only with more mountains and less trees. Being an adventurous one, I, along with my friend Laura, opted for a 13-14km medium hike with the abundant sheep up the hills and valleys of Grasmere. It was only about halfway through the hike when we took a break for lunch near a pit of rocks on a peak that I felt absolutely exhausted and drained! Nonetheless, like a trooper I marched on, getting my foot caught in a mud-like quicksand one too many times while Laura and the group laughed on. I certainly didn't mind. The wilderness, after all, is all about becoming one with nature, and in the process, get dirty (Sunlight detergant anyone?).

Although the ride there took about 2 and a quarter hours, the ride home was significantly longer (with no daylight savings to make up for it). Although I had a good nap, I did not arrive back home till after 8 or so, and me, being the adventurous gal that I am, decided to head out for a night on the town along with my fellow Jews in an event that all university campuses seem to call "Booze for Jews". Now I don't mean to offend anyone for any exclusive tone, but perhaps it was intended to be a "Kosher Meet/Meat Market?". Anyways, it was just a little event courtesy of the JSoc, and though I had to pay more than usual to get in, they did, of course, like good Jews, supply the free booze. But, of course, like good Jews, also did not let the bartender give you any double shots, or any tequila for that matter, so many people spent much of their night, or at least the early part of it, crowded around the bar. All in all, it was a fun night, and I was glad I went, that is, at least until the next morning....

You see, the lesson from all this, is, 14 km of hiking, and an all you can drink night out don't exactly mix too well. Although any idiot can surely tell you that, and before you say I told you so, I did exercise restraint at the bar and cut myself off at a certain point. What I should have realized, however, is that perhaps the body is not accustomed to such high levels of exertion to the point of apparent exhaustion. I spent all of Monday in bed with what I originally assumed was a hangover, which was strange considering that I did not drink more than the bit I usually do, (which for you family members reading, is certainly not a lot- no really). In fact, by nightfall I was beginning to accept the fact that I had completely, utterly and ubberly exhausted myself. My muscles were so sore and stiff from the hiking, as my digestive system was recovering from the night before. Let's just say, that I am now at one with nature, that I now understand the mechanics of hiking and partying and their volatile chemistry, namely that they do not mix well together at all!! Consider it a lesson learned.

On the bright side, because their is always a sunny upside to every story, is that I did accomplish a fair amount of work in bed, despite how uncomfortable and painful it was, and that I am currently on schedule towards completing the seminar presentation I have due tomorrow for my tutorial, as well as for my essay due Friday, which somehow is a form of evaluation, yet just not for marks... From someone who does somewhat enjoy writing essays, let's just say that I am back to my old self, sanity, health, sobriety and all.

The End!


p.s. we had ANOTHER fire alarm last night at 4 AM with all the Halloween drunkards moshing and yelling about ... bloody floor 2... sheesh.

p.p.s. it seems that i am STILL unable to post pictures for some reason, and I promise you, it this is NOT a subversive excuse for laziness

p.p.p.s. It's WONDERFUL to hear how many of you are reading this blog, but it would be even MORE wonderful to receive comments (OR perhaps I just don't believe some of you...)

p.p.p.p.s. just kidding