Sabaoke

Tonight was the first weekend after our 2nd block exams and much like the first exam weekend, it was quite an adventure. While 1st block was quite a bit more depressing, my fellow classmates and I still took advantage of tonight and spent it as a typical Caribbean vacation night. Fifteen of us took a terrifying cab ride up and around the island up to a stunning little hotel located further north of campus, and fuck was it a roller coaster getting there. Right before we actually arrived to the hotel we had to drive up an unbelievably steep hill; it was literally like a 35 degree incline. We had to get some acceleration into a rolling start because the cab was too overweight (the shit-mobile that it was didn't help at all either). Anyways, we arrive at the restaurant/hotel to be greeted by the owners with a beautiful balcony overlooking the eastern side of the island, a nice pool in the center, and the stars calmly relaxing up above. A friend and I split some quality Merlot as neither of us has had any wine in nearly three months and fuck was it satisfying. With a small portioned filet mignon and a tiramisu for dessert, it was a dinner none of us would get to enjoy again for at least another month. Dinner ending only at 10pm, we still had the entire night in front of us; we all ended up heading down to Scout's Place, a decently sized bar with sabaoke (the island's version of karaoke), and met up with a handful of other students and started a long road into the night. The locals along with plenty of first and third semesters took hand of the mics as they sang some tunes for the rest of the bar. Shockingly I stood up there with three other buddies as we shouted out the lyrics to Californication. Three hours and countless drinks later, we headed over to another bar called Guido's, and yeah it's pretty ghetto in there. Loud music, a dance floor, and some bright blinking lights were all we needed to finish the night off.

There most likely won't be another night like this at least until the end of the month, which is quite upsetting. We all get along very well together as we can all relate to each other's suffering and it's rare that everyone gets to spend an alcoholic filled journey with one another. Like high school and college, after these two years of basic sciences, we all head our separate ways, and so what time we do spend together is treasured quite a bit, although not everyone may realize it (also considering that 114% of the students are Canadian, they're pretty far away from me and each other). With Halloween approaching, I'm interested in seeing what creative costumes some of us are able to conjure up; should be an amusing month.