and she said.. "how you interpret the dream is probably more important than the dream itself"

Back in what can only be guesstimated as my third year of university I participated in Frost, or whatever the hell they called Frosh in the winter. Frosh is "Freshman Orientation", which of course happens right before school in late August and involves ridiculus amounts of warm (free) beer. Unlike many universities and colleges in the states, McGill's orientation is run by students for students.. more specifically run by upperclass students [in order] for the [upperclass] students to [take advantage of freshman and their weak abilities in the drinking arena and] have loads of fun [while the freshmen are passed out]. Okay, it's not really that bad. Anyhow, Frost was just another excuse to do the same thing, albeit on a smaller scale, at the beginning of winter semester. Since it's miserable and cold in January in Montreal everything is kept inside and really, what can you do inside besides drink beer? So.. Frost is mostly "Beer Olympics", which means drinking till you puke, and sometimes with a time limit.

Alright. Now that the introductions are over our story may begin:
Enter Rom, goofy blonde-haired drinkster extrodinaire. His drinking team consisted of a finely trained group of bingers and bingettes that could rival the world over. Mid-competition there is an event that is essential a practice in ad-lib theatrics. The teams had to come up with a basic story and act it out in a 5 minute span. Now Rom's team was "The Shatner's" or something silly like that due to the fact that the student union building is itself called the William Shatner building, due to the fact that William was a student of McGill at one time or another. Anyhow, the team performed what is probably the lewdest theatre I've ever seen describing a vivacious Shatner rampaging through the ranks of freshman women like a flu virus.. Or maybe it was Rom himself. Or a superhero, I'm not sure. The point is that the skit ended with his coup de femme: he "Shat'n'her". Oi. Almost as weird as Bill's very own website, which - am I wrong here? - is reeeeaaally weird. I'm mean strange. It's a cross between a eStore and a personal website? His daughter has space on it but he gives away free fridge magnets with every purchase.. wha? Cripes, if this is the new economy, show me where to find the door.