I am part of the wrestling club here at Albany, I wrestled all throughout high school and it’s a big part of who I am. Towards the end of Senior year I fucked up my shoulder in a match but kept competing. To this day my shoulder has never been the same. Freshman year at Albany was the only time in the past 8 years I didn't do any wrestling at all. I joined the club team up here because I wanted to get involved in wrestling but not have to sacrifice my life for it like I did back in high school. I'm not a major part of the team now but I was sophomore year and I took part in the annual trip to Niagara Canada.
Every year the team goes to Niagara New York for an open tourney that features a lot of tough wrestlers. Why would anybody do this while in college, because the team crosses the border to Canada that night, and the drinking age there is 19.
There were 7 of us including our coach. It was Phonebook, BJ, Beast, Big D, and Flex. Niagara New York is a fucking dump compared to Niagara Canada. Like there seriously is nothing on the American side except for the falls themselves. The Canadian side however was an incredibly beautiful city especially at night. We were staying at a Comfort Inn that was literally right on the border so Canada was walking distance. We passed through customs and began walking across the freezing cold "Rainbow" bridge. The bridge went over the falls and right into Canada.
Our first stop was this bar called Kelsey's, it was in a nice restaurant and had a smoking hot bartender working that night. Coach was trying to hit on her the whole night but the fact was he didn't have a shot. The drinks were flowing and it was a pretty chill start to the night. There was a local there who tried to start a Canada is better argument with me that I easily won, (fuck do I love those retarded Canucks). BJ got a drunken text from his girlfriend so he naturally took a picture of his cock and sent it to her. Phonebook, staying true to his nickname was trying to get the hot bartender's number but to no avail. After a while BJ, Phonebook, Beast and I got bored and wanted to go bar hopping. Flex and Big D were still 18 so they ended up staying with coach at Kelsey’s the entire night.
On route to our first destination we pass a group of good looking girls. It wasn't until we saw their faces that we realized they were like 15. This still didn't stop Phonebook and me from talking to them. They were trying to get into bars by using fake IDs that said they were 20. Sorry honey but I think the braces might give you away, and you should wait till you're at least Seniors to destroy your livers.
The second bar we went to that night was Boston Pizza, which essentially was the Canadian version of Dave and Busters or Jillians. It was a pretty cool place that combined booze, food, and video games, but it was way too expensive ($7.00 for a jack and coke...fuck off) so we bounced pretty quickly. On our way out we walk by a group of girls. This is verbatim how the conversation went down.
Phonebook: "How's it going tonight ladies"
Girl #1: "OH MY GOD I'M SINGLE! I'M SINGLE!"
Phonebook: "Cool"
He then sits down with Girl #1 and gives us the hint to go on without him. So while Phonebook was getting head in the bathroom of Boston Pizza, the rest of us continued looking for a solid bar. This is when we hit up The Wild Mushroom. This place was awesome, random dollar bills all over the walls, nice crowd and of course cheap drinks. BJ, Beast, and I get a table and order a round of Irish Car Bombs. This hit me and BJ pretty hard but Beast continues to pound down the drinks while we slowed down considerably.
There was a table of very good looking girls our age next to us. Feeling pretty drunk I hit on them immediately, but I didn't scare them away which was a nice change of pace. Beast the entire time was buying glasses of wine for one of the blondes while we just continued to talk to them. Not too long after Phonebook comes out of nowhere and is pretty hammered along with the rest us at the table. We were pumped to see him and to top off the moment chumbawamba comes on and the entire bar goes fucking nuts.
A few rounds later I am officially shithammered and horny. I start getting the feeling that the girls we were talking to weren't going to give it up so I start looking around the bar. All of sudden I hear one of my favorite sentences in the English language when I'm wasted. "Oh my God my friend is really fucking drunk". When a guy says this I find it hilarious, when a girl says this...jackpot. Sure enough I turn around and I see this red head at the bar pretty hammered. I make a move, start a conversation and somehow end up hooking up with her. She wasn't the best looking girl there or the lightest one either, but dammit fuck standards I'm trying to get some random ass tonight boyeeee.
We have a few solid make out sessions when the bar begins to close. I got a text about two hours earlier from Flex saying they headed back to the motel. So we left the bar and proceeded back across the border, while highly intoxicated. Before we step into customs we decide to take about a 20 minute break to chuck random shit over the bridge because it seemed like a fun thing to do. After we somehow make it through customs without incident we sprint to the motel get to our rooms and then pass the fuck out.
I woke up the next morning mad hungover, with only a $10 dollar Canadian bill and a few coins in my wallet. There was also an ATM receipt that stated I had no money left in my account.
Solid trip.
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