low
      and
      blue
      shirts.
      The
      yellows
     
     
      went
      to
      Checker's,
      and
      the
      blues
     
     
      went
      to
      Melons.
      And
      much
      to
      my
     
     
      surprise
      this
      worked.
      It
      used
      to
      be
     
     
      that
      people
      would
      change
      teams
      at
     
     
      will,
      based
      mainly
      on
      which
      team
     
     
      held
      the
      most
      promise
      of
      not
      going
     
     
      home
      alone.
      Being
      true
      to
      this
      phi-
     
     
      losophy,
      I
      abandoned
      my
      blue
     
     
      shirted
      buddies.
     
    

    
     
      I
      went
      with
      the
      yellows
      to
     
     
      Melons,
      and
      I
      was
      shocked
      that
     
     
      there
      were
      only
      a
      handful
      of
      us
     
     
      blues.
      Chamberlain
      was
      playing
     
     
      downstairs,
      yet
      there
      was
      more
     
     
      happening
      upstairs.
      I
      was
      shocked
     
     
      by
      two
      things.
      First
      was
      that
     
     
      Melon's
      was
      playing
      music
      on
      the
     
     
      second
      story
      that
      was
      strait
      out
      of
     
     
      Myron's,
      and
      evidently
      played
      to
     
     
      appease
      the
      drunken
      pub
      crawlers.
     
     
      Second
      was
      the
      speaker-top
      danc-
     
     
      ing
      by
      members
      of
      the
      faculty
      of
     
     
      Science.
      But
      hey,
      after
      close
      to
      five
     
     
      hours
      of
      drinking,
      certain
      things
     
     
      are
      allowed.
     
    

    
     
      Then
      according
      to
      my
      shirt
     
     
      Checker's
      was
      next,
      and
      there
      was
     
     
      a
      line
      up
      outside
      the
      doors.
     
     
      Someone
      else
      will
      have
      to
      fill
      you
     
     
      in
      on
      what
      else
      happened
      there.
     
    

    
     
      We
      were
      all
      reunited
      at
      the
     
     
      Sportspage.
      It
      must
      have
      been
     
     
      around
      midnight,
      and
      after
      a
      break
     
     
      from
      drinking
      my
      memories
      start
     
     
      to
      come
      back.
      One
      neat
      thing
      about
     
     
      the
      Page
      was
      that
      it
      was
      full
      of
     
     
      UPEI
      students
      who
      didn't
      want
      to
     
     
      be
      on
      Bar
      Wars,
      but
      wanted
      to
      wit-
     
     
      ness
      the
      utter
      destruction
      seven
     
     
      hours
      of
      drinking
      had
      inflicted
      on
     
     
      over
      200
      of
      us.
      There
      was
      a
      lot
      of
     
     
      dancing,
      and
      the
      dance
      floor
      was
     
     
      covered
      in
      blue
      and
      yellow
      shirts.
     
     
      There
      was
      also
      a
      large
      crowd
      of
     
     
      displaced
      patrons
      crowding
      the
     
     
      area
      between
      the
      dance
      floor
      and
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ey
     
    
   
   
    
     
      the
      entrance.
      Almost
      every
      booth
     
     
      had
      at
      least
      one
      pub
      crawler
      pass-
     
     
      ing
      out,
      and
      the
      night
      was
      starting
     
     
      to
      take
      its
      effects
      on
      me.
     
    

    
     
      It
      was
      at
      this
      point
      that
      I
     
     
      decided
      that
      I
      needed
      some
      fresh
     
     
      air,
      so
      I
      walked
      towards
      the
      stairs.
     
     
      It
      was
      raining
      outside,
      and
      anyone
     
     
      who
      has
      ever
      been
      to
      the
      Page
      can
     
     
      attest
      to
      how
      much
      of
      a
      potential
     
     
      death-trap
      the
      stairs
      are.
      So
      of
     
     
      course
      on
      my
      way
      down
      I
      slipped
     
     
      and
      fell,
      and
      hoped
      that
      one
      of
      the
     
     
      hot
      girls
      in
      the
      line
      would
      catch
     
     
      me.
      But
      of
      course
      that
      didn't
      hap-
     
     
      pen,
      yet
      someone
      did
      catch
      me.
      It
     
     
      was
      a
      great
      big
      bald
      bouncer,
      who
     
     
      promptly
      said
      to
      me
      in
      a
      meany
     
     
      voice
      "I
      don't
      think
      you
      should
     
    
   
   
    
     
      "!
      find
      pubcrawls
      throughly
      enjoyable!
     
    
   
   
    
     
         
     
    
   
   
    
     
      -Assley
     
    
   
   
    
     
      come
      back
      tonight."
     
    

    
     
      So
      there
      I
      was,
      outside
      with
     
     
      all
      my
      fellow
      pub
      crawlers
      having
     
     
      fun
      inside.
      It
      was
      time
      for
      me
      to
     
     
      head
      home,
      so
      I
      walked
      to
      City
     
     
      Cab.
      I
      debated
      weather
      to
      extend
     
     
      Bar
      Wars'
      range
      into
      Breakers,
      but
     
     
      luckily
      a
      part
      of
      my
      brainium
      told
     
     
      me
      that
      was
      a
      bad
      idea.
      I
      got
      a
      cab
     
     
      home,
      and
      much
      to
      my.
      surprise
      it
     
     
      only
      cost
      me
      $5
      to
      get
      to
     
     
      Sherwood.
      What
      a
      way
      to
      end
      the
     
     
      night.
     
    

    
     
      Like
      all
      prior
      Bar
      Wars,
      Bar
     
     
      Wars
      Five
      didn't
      fail
      to
      deliver.
      It
     
     
      was
      full
      of
      adventure,
      excitement,
     
     
      and
      mass
      student
      drunkenness.
      So,
     
     
      for
      a
      third
      year
      running:
     
    

    
     
      Bar
      Wars,
      two
      thumbs
      up.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      UPEI
      Cadre
      November
      24
      2003
      page
      11
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Fill
      It
      Out
     
    
   
   
    
     
      One
      day
      your
      in
      high
     
     
      school
      wondering
      when
      the
      next
     
     
      dance
      or
      pep
      rally
      will
      be.
      Your
     
     
      pushing
      your
      student
      council
      to
      get
     
     
      an
      extra
      vending
      machine
      in
      the
     
     
      lobby,
      and
      your
      counting
      down
      the
     
     
      days
      till
      next
      Friday,
      when
      its
      only
     
     
      Monday.
      The
      next
      day
      your
      won-
     
     
      dering
      why
      your
      tuition
      is
      rising
     
     
      every
      year,
      why
      there's
      no
      fair
      trade
     
     
      coffee
      on
      campus,
      and
      if
      your
     
     
      going
      to
      get
      that
      credit.
      Some
     
     
      things
      don't
      change,
      and
      some
     
     
      things
      do.
      The
      things
      that
      change
     
     
      only
      do
      so
      because
      we
      change
     
     
      them.
      It's
      easy
      not
      to
      change
      things,
     
     
      to
      turn
      the
      other
      cheek,
      and
      let
     
     
      things
      be
      the
      way
      they
      are.
     
     
      However,
      without
      change
      things
     
     
      can't
      get
      better,
      things
      will
      not
     
     
      improve
      until
      we
      want
      them
      to.
      We
     
     
      must
      keep
      our
      just
      ears
      to
      the
     
     
      ground,
      and
      our
      ideas
      sound.
      We
     
     
      know
      the
      good
      fight,
      and
      how
      to
     
     
      fight
      it.
      With
      new
      responsibilities
     
     
      to
      bear,
      it
      can
      be
      quite
      simple
      to
      let
     
     
      things
      which
      are
      important
      to
      us,
     
     
      elude
      our
      visions
      of
      priority.
      Yet
      to
     
     
      have
      a
      closer
      look,
      and
      broaden
      our
     
     
      insights
      on
      the
      things
      that
      affect
      us,
     
     
      can
      impact
      those
      things
      greatly.
      If
     
     
      our
      opinions
      are
      voiced,
      people
     
     
      will
      listen.
      We
      have
      another
      week
     
     
      ahead
      of
      us,
      and
      a
      great
      platform
     
     
      for
      student
      views
      is
      accessible
      to
     
     
      every
      student.
      We
      can
      be
      heard
      so
     
     
      that
      our
      opinions
      will
      matter,
      and
     
     
      so
      the
      people
      will
      listen.
      But
      we
     
     
      must
      take
      advantage
      of
      this
      option,
     
     
      and
      that's
      why
      I'm
      asking
      every-
     
     
      body
      to
      fill
      out
      a
      survey
      this
      week,
     
     
      not
      just
      for
      the
      beer,
      (granted
      the
      t-
     
     
      shirts
      are
      cool
      too)
      but
      for
      the
     
     
      chance
      to
      have
      yourself
      heard
      and
     
     
      to
      improve
      our
      student
      life.
      Boxes
     
     
      are
      located
      in
      the
      Kelly
      ,
      and
     
     
      Student
      union
      buildings,
      and
      are
     
     
      hungrily
      awaiting
      your
      input.
     
    

    
     
      Fight
      the
      Power
     
     
      Rob
      Mac