A very late night little update about my CSC experience. That’s right … it’s not about the actual EVENT … it’s how I lived it. Today’s word is:
Insomnia.

I’ve never been one to like partying all night and going to bed at 6 am. In fact, I’m pretty much a zombie if I don’t get my beauty sleep (which is 8 hours and up). But you know, sometimes you just got to say (”hey, i’m gonna fuck you, gently…” … Oups!) “Well screw that i’m staying up and partying tonight, baby!!!”.

So that’s what I did after my Jive competition on friday night. It was obviously a good 1 hour late (so we ended the competition at something like midnight?)but we were all thriving on the adrenaline rush of the competition. So we all started partying. Booze and Guru in the famous party room. (If I can get some proof of the horrors we’ve seen in this room i’ll post ‘em up. I’m sure Steve and Luc will be MORE then happy to know about that).

Anyways, back to the little sleep-story. So I drank a couple of drinks (nothing to hammer me up actually) and half a Guru. 4 hours of partying later, we decide to head back to our college frathouse (Again, I’ll explain later). So we just sat around joking and talking. I tried going to sleep for a few minute but I was oddly unable to sleep, so I went back to the discussions on the first floor. At around 4h30-5h, we all went to bed.

We were sleeping on an inflated matress. So, I couldn’t really move unless I wanted to wake up the person next to me. That annoyed me so much since I usually roll in bed like a mother fucking salsa dancer. But I stayed put, searching for sleep …

… silence… more silence… rays of early sunshine comming through the drapes…

So I layed there, completely awake for a good 45 minutes. Being bored out of my mind and finding absolutely no sleep (I didn’t even feel THAT tired), I decided to just go outside and walk it off. So I walked, went around the hotel. I went to the party room (who still had 5-6 drunks people dancing to some horrible music). I even paid 4 $ for cereals out of sheer boredom. I watched every possible trainning sessions from 5 to 8… God, I wished there would have been a tv there…

Long story short; I didn’t sleep at all that day. For the first time in my life, I spent fucking 24 hours without as much as 10 minutes of rest. The only time I DID get some rest was actually at around the 30th hours, where I mysteriously fell asleep on a couch, almost in midst of a conversation. I woke up an hour later drooling like a slug and my friend sitting in front of me going “… are you ok?”. I had no idea that I could actually live for 3 days on something like 5 hours of sleep and be fully functionnal!

Now, it’s 1h41 am on sunday. I’m back home and guess what i’m doing? That’s right… not sleeping. I took two sleeping pills 30 minutes ago and those fuckers haven’t done SHIT. I’m not yawning and my eyes are completely open. What… the … hell.

Trust me, next year, i’m bringing ear plugs, sleep aids and a f-ing sleeping mask…

Now i’ll try to back to bed and trying to stop my endless thought about next year and how cool it would be to do that move or how we could kick the shit out of Quebec and make people realise how nicer our jive is and how much they are nothing more then Jock douchebags (well at least two of them).

*UPDATE*
It’s Monday morning, I finally got some sleep (after 2 hours of rolling around in my bed thinking about “what move would be cool and such”). I’m feeling a bit better (though it’s rainy and lame outside…) but my head still feels like it’s in overload mode: I can hear loud music and I can’t stop thinking about choregraphy and such. I’m a bit hurt by the weekend, but i’m so looking forward to next year. It’s not the last that they’ve seen of me!

Yes, after a long hiatus, I am back.

From now on, i’ll try to write weekly reviews of my fun life adventures. Next week: The Canadian Swing Championship.
Yes, I just can’t wait. I’ve got the jeebies a bit but hey, who doesn’t? Especially right before becoming the world best jiver EVER.

I will also give you updates on my love life (or lack off), my new love of the moment (I should written a bit on Entourage. Damnit. Maybe on season five!) and other various painful thing i’ll experience in the future (i.e.: Balls Vs Zipper part 2 and Dude, why are you putting and icepick in my mouth?)

I’m sick. AGAIN. Yeah, this time around it’s just your common cold. But it makes me grumpy and I can’t focus on something for more then 5 minutes. I try to do 75 things at once… and end up doing none of them.

Also, sorry for not posting the second part of the story quickly, i’m just too sick to care hahaha. Well, i’ll try to make it really quick and easy this post (though this was the “funny” part)

Let Me Out Of Here !! Part II

So me, Martine and my cousin get out of the swing club and towards my car. As usual, I have a craving for strawberry milkshake (I don’t know… there seems to be a mental link between strawberry milkshake and swing in my head… eh.). So, we went straight to the McDoh. 6 $ laters (1$ for the hobo at the the door that guilted me into giving him some cash… Rah.) we were off to get the car.

I parked into a indoor shopping-center parking lot. I love those. 6 $ and no hassle about finding a spot and all. Thing is, I tried a new one this time… and Mart and I (cousin went her way to her car) that the sign next to the door says “From 6 am … to 12 pm“. It was 12h10. With a surprised look, Mart looked at me and said “… You’re car is trapped in there for the night. Omg.”. Half a heartbeat passed until I went… “FUCK!!!!” Immediately, fished my cellphone in my pants. It was barely alive. It had a battery line (you know the dreaded red little bar that makes you go “Damn! I should’ve charged it…”). Call my cousin in utter panic trying to explain where we are and what happened. With a sigh, she agrees to come pick us up (she was 2-3 streets away). As soon as I hang up, the big door opens (a car was comming out of it). Still tweaking from the earlier adrenaline, I scream at Mart: “Stay here and wait for my cousin! I’ll get the car!” as I leave my ex-gf on a street corner in a 50’s kind of dress (that was very stupid… but thank god nothing happened).

So I dive under the door (apparently, my head was an inch away from bumping on it) and start running in the parking lot. I thought to myself, there might be a delay on the door for it to open when a car comes close… Fetch the keys, start the car and drive to the underground gate. Problem #1: There is NOBODY in sight and a closed gate in front of me. The toll booth is empty with a big electronic sign that says “CLOSED”. I’m thrilling on adrenaline so I decided “Fuck it! I’m leaving this shit hole.” so I put my cash on the electronic sign (even when i’m being completely irrational, I’m respectful of the law… hahaha) and slowly advance my car under the plastic/wood gate. Contrary to most hollywood movie, it did a little like at the car wash, following the curves of my car (I checked later and the push was so soft that it barely moves the little dirty I had on my car. Nice.).

Fuckin’ a! I passed the problem so I begin to jolt towards the big main gate (the one I dived under earlier on)… just to find out that… It won’t open. At all. Nothing. Nada. Zit! My cousin keep trying to call me on my cell, but now I can pick it up (since I wasn’t under the ground anymore… just stuck behind that blasted door). In an utterly desperate voice, I try to explain to her that i’m stuck inside the parking lot behind the door. I remember screaming and swearing a lot… I even tried physicly to push the door up… I also tried to find a button or something without any success. But right then… RIGHT THEN (after 2 minutes of utter and complete freak-out) a guard appears from behind a little window about 7 feets up off the floor. He knocks like crazy asking me “What the fuck are you doing here!” (or something like that). But as I try to answer, he dissapears from my sight! ARGH!

Here’s the painful part; I hear a kind-of-french grumble (spoken by the spanish-looking guard) from comming from “the intercom”. Not knowing where the hell it is, I start screaming the response to the questions that I can barely understand… He must’ve thought I was crazy since I was running around trying to know where the hell does the voice came from. After a minute of complete misunderstanding and unclear questions, I find the little box (that was in plain sight the whole time). It’s loud… VERY loud. After I back up from it and notice that the guy has horrible french , I try talking to him in english. Here we go… that’s a bit better! But after a couple of question about how I came up and which door I used (didn’t get that one… I still don’t.) the noise dissapears. Just RIGHT THEN… another car slowly comes up the ramp behind me. Thank god, he didn’t come 3 minutes earlier between my crazy screaming and running around. But if he did 4 minutes ago, that would’ve been very helpful.

As I start mumbling fast question at the guy in the car like “do you have the key to open the door? I just want to get OUT OF HERE!” … the guard finally opens the main door. With a little relief, I walk towards my car. I can’t even sit down in it before the guards almost jumps in front of it.

“How did you get out ?!”
“Well, I went under the gate… I even left money and …”
“What?!? Did you break it?”
“No! No! There was enough space for me to squeeze under.”
“Alright, come back down.”
“WHAT!” (at this point I though he was going to say “You have to leave your car here for the night … since it’s locked… bla bla blah”)
“I want to make sure that the gate ain’t broke”
With huge relief “Oh that ? Pft, sure.”

So, I get out to let the other car behind me get out. As I do, I give a hand sign to Martine to wait a minute. She’s still waiting for me at the corner street and looks at me very with a very confused look as I do a U-turn to get back down that god awful ramp (thank god it was a secondary street and not st-catherines… There was still enough people for it to be safe without to many crazies or drunks. As we were right next to that church near laBaie I was scared that she would get heckled by drunk jackasses…). In I was, AGAIN. I drive back down to the first stupid plastic gate. This time, there’s another car waiting there… TO PAY. So, I wait my turn behind the guy and see the guard running down, taking the money, and waiving the other car to go.

My turn! I drive up to the guy. Completely busted on adrenaline, I start explaining what I did, where I put the money, how I squeeze under and of course, how scared I was of being stuck inside. After checking my ticket, seeing the little pile of money on the thing, he looks at me. I think he was relieved that I wasn’t somekind of car-stealer or tweaked out kid. He looked at me and said:

“You do know you almost bumped your head on the main door, right?” … God, he saw me get in.
“You’re pretty legal for a guy who snuck in (playing with the 6 $ I left on the thing) … but next time, use the night entrance…“

As I drove away, I couldn’t laugh because I was so stressed out and still a bit in panic… but…

THERE WAS AN UNLOCKED DOOR ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FUCKING PARKING LOT !!!!

So I picked up a laughing Martine (well she laughed after I explained a little. I mean she did spend 15 minutes waiting on a street-corner alone without too much of a clue about how i’m freaking out inside…) and slowly, VERY slowly, drove back home with a raging headache and painful feet (I had to run/jump/etc. in my 2tones Dr.Martens swing shoes… the same shoes I wore all night to dance). Also, since I was pumping adrenaline, I didn’t notice my very painful left ankle (I couldn’t even participate in the swing contest this week-end )

The lesson I pulled from all of this?

There is no locked underground parking lot.

They just close the ENTRY door after a certain hour. Dumbass.

Wow, I wanted to make this short… but this is VERY long hahaha. If you read it, leave me a comment. Like do you like that kind of stupid-blog adventure thing? Or you like better my article and such. Talk to me people!

Oh yeah! I’m finally off medication! SWWW-UHeeet.

I’ve had quite a weird week-end. It went as followed:

- Made plans.
- Got choked.
- Tried to fix some plans.
- Nothing worked.
- Went out with reliable people

… and I had a blast! God, I love swing and dancing my ass off! It made me feel much better. I’m probably going to write a new article… as soon as I find the strenght to at least finish my course… *sigh*
MAL out.