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Visiting Guelph for my younger brother's
birthday, it is safe to say there are few things more family-like then sitting
in a pub in a college down and drinking $1 beers out of little plastic cups
with your parents and your younger brother's friends. After departing said pub, my brother Kiel
insisted on taking us to a club where it just so happened to be "gay
night". Fast forward a few more
drinks and next thing I know Peter and I are standing next to two dudes performing
simulated oral sex on each other on the dance floor. Yup, can't say I see that on a daily basis in
Inuvik. Fast forward again to the
morning and me waking up with a monster hangover on my brother's couch with no
recollection of how I got there. To make
matters worse, I tried to stand up and make my way to the bathroom, at which
time I quickly crashed through the television stand. Luckily, I managed to catch the 50" flat
screen before that too met its Godzilla-like demise. Sadly, the TV stand was beyond repair and
being the great houseguest that I am I vacated the premises before the owner
(Kiel's housemate) woke up. Vintage
Brent Moreau.
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One thing I definitely miss living in a small,
remote community is to the chance to take in live music and DJs. Now before anyone from Inuvik starts to call
me a liar, yes I will admit we do have the most awesome bar band in the world
aka Welder's Daughter, but it's just not the same as seeing world class
performers in amazing venues. Oh, and I
better not forget to mention that everyone's favorite washed-up Canadian
rockers Trooper performed north of the Arctic Circle this summer as well. On that note, my little brother bought me a
ticket to go see Afrojack, one of the top 10 DJs currently doing business on
planet Earth. It goes without saying
that it was a raging good time, although my body really hates me for partying
that hard these days (see: cold sores, cold, etc.)
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On a completely different tangent, I must say I
felt extremely lucky to be able to spend Christmas with my parents and my
siblings this year. Due to my
travelling/living abroad I have spent more holiday seasons away from parents'
nest then I would have liked over the past few years. Family is truly the most important thing in
the world, and I feel blessed (no, I'm not going all religious) that we are all
still in relatively good health and can get together like this. Yes, it was glorious. We drank many, many bottles of wine, beer,
and other spirits and shared many a good laugh.
Yes, Christmas in the Moreau house is just like Santa Claus envisioned
it all those years ago.
To say my liver hurts as I write this would be the grossest
understatement in the history of mankind.
Over the last two and a half weeks I have gotten inebriated more times
that I usually do in the course of eight or nine months. I genuinely wish I was joking, as do my now
extremely snug pants, but alas I am not.
Yes, being home has been great and allowed me to catch up with lots of
people but it is quite evident that if I partied that hard on the reg I would
be obese or dead. Or just get chronic
liver failure and eventually die. You
get the picture. I must say though that
no matter where I travel to or where I live in the world, Bradford will always
be home to me. To me, there is no
greater travel experience than going back to where I grew up and watching one
of my friends fight someone in hockey or waking up with one of them in the next
room and not remembering coming home from the bar that night. Yup, some things never change.
And after many pints and shared stories with my oldest
friends in the world, it is time once again to depart for some faraway land
where I am sure there will be more pints waiting to be consumed and stories
waiting to be discovered.
~Brentski~
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