drunk teenagers

Fate! There is such a thing. At least that’s what I thought when I read the Joel Plaskett Emergency would be helping kick off the school year with an outdoor concert on the quad. I had always half joked that “Love This Town” was my sole basis for deciding to switch schools and move to the other side of the country. But as I glanced over the orientation week schedule my semi serious quip became cemented; it seemed that Halifax and Dalhousie were really in the stars for me.

I realize that frosh week does a very formidable job of serving up as many inebriated new friendships as is possible in a few days. However in my mind the Joel Plaskett show was going to be a serious event. After all this was the epoch of my west to east coast defection. So when the only available insight within earshot was a slurred “hey Joel Plaskett, he’s kinda cute dontcha think” I was peeved. The drunken battle cry of “Dalhousie” and “SMU” only furthered my discontent. We’re here for Joel are we not?

Then I turned to my appointed ambassador of the east coast. He was happy to goad on the Dal and SMU rivalry. He was happy giving the bro who had just burped Alexander Keiths in my face some background music to dry hump the closest female in proximity to. Why wasn’t I happy?

About halfway through the Truthfully Truthfully usual suspects¬ – “Mystery and Crime”, “Extraordinary” etc – I started look past the lame crowd surfing attempts and other acts of wasted hooliganism. The inevitable segue way into “Come On Teacher” made me smile. I had stopped taking everything so seriously. From west to east I had come full circle and as I had always believed from the start, Joel Plaskett helped me get there.