Oh what a night. Going to the mountains didn't work out, so I went out with one of the other teachers and her boyfriend to one of the big foreigner hangouts. If anyone ever questioned why foreigners have a bad name some of the time, many of the guys I saw last night were representative of the reason why. We started off the night trying to see a fireworks show, which we missed, and then heading to a big intersection where there is a Burger King and a hotel that people use for a meeting point. We were waiting outside for her friends and this guy walks out with his friends and slaps me on the butt saying various inappropriate things - to which my response was to turn around and tell him to get away. Yes, I probably should have ignored him, but oh well. He went to do it again and when I turned around and started walking away, he was shouting all sorts of names at me, as if I was the one doing something wrong!
We went to this Canadian hangout after that and it was packed! Made me feel like I was back at school with all the maple leaf decorations and Molson signs. They even had pictures of the Canadian national hockey teams and paid tribute to Avril when Skater Boi played. Guys were much more well-behaved there - especially after the US military police came through and cleared out the army guys who were going against curfew. The whole area is pretty much off-limits to them and they've all got a midnight curfew right now, so it was amazing to see how many people left after that. We went to this place that seriously rivaled Peel Pub and all its dirtiness after that. We met up with some of her other friends and danced the night away. The guys there were persistent! Even when I told a couple of them I was really uninterested and the other girls came to my protection, one bought me flowers. So I gave them my number from 10 years ago and called it a night. At least I came home with flowers! A fun night overall - it was funny to be able to understand all the conversations going on around me, to be able to say "excuse me" instead of "shillehamnida" when I want to walk by someone, and to be around normal-sized girls! I've got a picture of me and Candace on its way, I'll post it when I get it from her. We were talking about how poutine would've topped the night off...Mmmm, fries and gravy and cheese curds. (It's still doable in few and far between doses)
Haha, Candace asked me if Americans normally wear cowboy hats all the time. There are SO many guys from the South in the army, and other people who wear jeans and cowboy hats here. God only knows why, it's not like we're near anything remotely cowboy-ish, except for a country-western bar on that street. Silly Americans...
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