This was the first SAN I went to in the last five years where I was working and not boozin' my ass off with the good ole boys and girls until the late hours of the morning. No peeps, I was stuck supervising.
I will admit though, after it was all said and done, I was glad I wasn't partaking in the event. Maybe I'm old skool or maybe my mind was hallucinating during the past SAN's, but to my recollection, we partied our asses off until the bitter end. And when that was done, we'd move the party into the Exec offices or back down to the Grawood. Remember the never ending bottles of Lindemans homeless man bottles on the tables? I sure do! Not this year.... Everyone got one drink ticket. Yeah, pretty brutal. Remember there was always a kick ass band that played all night and had us dancing on the tables? Not this year. No, there was an alright jazz band to start, then some chick who played while no one paid attention, and then the kicker.... Some random headlining band that played a classic selection of Shaggy, the Supremes and even felt the need to repeat some songs....! Come the fak on!
Seriously, we're in Nova Scotia. Maybe a band that played some Maritime tunes that make people want to drink. Not go behind the stage and do a line of coke with the band members.
Here's the night according to me:
People enter, bring their single drink ticket to the bar and cash in their big winnings.
Go sit at a table and wait for something exciting to happen.
The exciting part is the half assed dinner.
Go back to see some awards and the slide show that as usual, consists mainly of pictures of the person who made the slide show, and their friends.
Wait for the headline band to finish their first set so they can leave and go somewhere more entertaining. That or stick around and drown the miserable night with cheap booze.
People, it's pretty bad when everyone leaves at 11 pm. This is suppose to be the most bumpin night of the year. The night when everyone just gets blind drunk, makes out with whoever is willing to make out with them, takes home whatever will go home with them, and the night that goes until the morning.
For the last four years, I've watched the Student Union become more and more conservative and I'd even goes as far as to say lazy.
SAN is just another event that proved Union moral is at it's lowest and no one really gives a shit. Not only did SAN use to be a formal event, it also use to be a night to give out awards to members of certain sectors of the union. Not only were there no awards, but there were chicks dressed as if they just rolled out of bed and threw on their 8:30 Intro to Psych clothes. And also, dudes that believe a pair of Levi's and a popped collar is classy.
It seems that every year, someone takes the outline from the previous year, and fucks it up a little more. And every year that goes by, someone uses that mistake and adds another. If you've been around a while, you'd know that every event each year is consistently worse than the previous year. I just feel bad for the each years wave of new students..... (Suckers)
Seeing as this was my last SAN night ever, it's pretty sad to see the year come to a slow, miserable, depressing halt. I'm glad this is my last year because another year like this would be as exciting as seeing how far I can put a Q-tip in my ear.
Watch animal house and learn a lesson on how to party like the late great John Belushi!!
Peace out hommies!
Ewey
