You know you go to Bishop's when.....
...You wear jeans and a T-shirt to the dining hall on a weekend morning, and people ask you why you're "all dressed up." Yes, I've done that.
....Your weekend consists of getting drunk at a concert at the Maysen on Thursday night, spending Friday at home recovering, then getting drunk at a basketball game on Friday night, spending Saturday at home recovering, getting drunk at the on-campus bar on Saturday night, and spending Sunday at home recovering, and then half-assedly writing a paper on Sunday night, and complaining that your prof "didn't give you enough time to do it properly." Not now, but MAYBE during my Frosh week.
.....More than half of your dishes and silverware were once the property of the dining hall Silverware, maybe, but I draw the line at actual dishes.
.....Same as above, but with "furniture" in place of "dishes and cutlery." Same as above.
.....You've had poutine from Capitane Grec, Village Grec, Pizzaville, Pizza Mivan, Jerry's, AND McDonald's, and you have a preference for one particular place over another. Nope, poutine is gross to me.
.....You know not to go to Pizzaville and actually order PIZZA, but you quite enjoy going there for breakfast. Never done that either....breakfast at Pizzaville is more for the "hangover brunch/Walk of Shame" crowd.
.....You know that poutine comes in many varieties, including meatball, chili, pepperoni, vegetarian, and oh yeah.....regular sauce and cheese. I know that, but only because of the multiple rainforests' worth of take-out menus that pollute my mailbox every week.
.....You know what a "slider" is. Yup. It's poutine on a pita lined with bacon.
.....You can eat multiple sliders in one sitting without puking, or you know someone who can. I can't, and I'm veggie anyway, but I knew two guys who had a slider-eating contest.....if one guy won, the other had to grow a beard, and if the other guy won, the first guy had to shave off his beard.
.....When someone offers you a mysterious alcoholic purple beverage, you don't think anything of it, you just thank them and drink it down. A few times during first and second year, but not now.
.....Yes, you DO know Mike, Murray, and Murgatroid, they're your profs. Yup.
.....The line, "Sorry, the train came" absolves you from being late for absolutely anything (a little background......there's only one road that goes from campus into town, and it intersects the only set of railroad tracks in town, and sometimes the train takes about half an hour to pass). Yup.
.....One or more of your profs have seen you drunk. Never, I drew the line there even during my wild days.
.....You've seen one or more of your profs drunk. Definitey.
.....It doesn't faze you at all to walk into town and see a whole (mismatched) living room set on someone's lawn, as if it's SUPPOSED to be there, not waiting for the garbage truck or anything like that. Yup.
....Losing your wallet isn't a big deal, because you know someone will find it and return it to you, usually that very same day. Yeah, I've been there.
....People leave money, iPods, cell phones, laptop computers, and musical instruments unattended, and come back the next day to find them exactly where they left them. Of course.
....You spend one night abusing your body with energy drinks so you can pull an all-nighter to finish an assignment, and the next night abusing your body with alcohol to celebrate. I used to, but not anymore.
.....People are either Leafs fans, Habs fans, Sens fans, or they stay the hell out of it. Yeah...I stay the hell out of the T.V. room during hockey games, because things can get UGLY.
.....Purple tie-dyed T-shirts, purple face paint, purple mardi gras beads, and gigantic purple foam hands are mandatory wardrobe staples. I actually do have a purple tie-dyed shirt, I wore it to a basketball game once...and left at halftime because people were shouting obscenities and throwing things.
....Sweat pants with writing across the rear end are a fashion statement. Ugh, don't get me started....