Who needs a reason

Canada is cold, snow is all around us. Maybe there is a reason for this event; maybe there is not, but Yitzi decides we need more alcohol in the dorm. Specifically, we need some Molson Special Dry. We are in Canada, where the legal age is 19, and there are plenty of people who Yitzi can have pick up some beer for us.

Yitzi, together with Sholom, are the keepers of the Canadian tradition. They have memorized Strange Brew, and spend most days calling each other Bob and Doug, their conversations limited to Good day, eh and I have to pee so bad i can taste it.

He takes orders from the guys, and gets a Two Four. Maybe more than one. That's what they call it in the great white north. Not a 24-pack. Just a two four. It is from the Beer Store. Not a liquor store or convenience store. The Beer Store. The sell one product, and the entire store is a giant refrigerator. It is what Beer Heaven must look like.

The private dorm fridges aren't safe from raids or accidentally being discovered, but it is snowy out side, and nature has provided many of us with its own fridge system. I have a set of drawers for my clothes. It is made of plastic, and turns out to be an excellent place to pack with snow and hide beer in.

It only needs to be hidden for a few hours, before drinking begins.

We drink the beer. Gershon (not the 6 footer) has one beer and throws up. He claims he was sick before he started, but his protests go unheard. He is forever known as Gershon One Beer.