Lets start with Thursday when we had a little house outing to the Diable Vert, a club which is actually painted totally orange despite its name. Highlights included getting a free discarded drink from a girl who "didn't drink anything but vodka because of the sugar" (I didn't ask about date rape drugs) and playing foosball with someone random against the table owners (we lost), then again (lost again), then again later with Jamie, a UW math grad and one of the house's peripheral friends (we still lost, but it was close!). It's nice to find a club with foosball so you don't have to spend all your time dancing. Oh, and on the way home I learned that I had been eating at the wrong late night pizza place (Madonna). Less visible, higher quality pizza is available to those who know where to go (Cafe I----?). Prior to going out that night, I went to the Y with Dave from work. Working out with someone else makes a big difference because alone there's no motivation, no competition. I'm psyched to go back again tonight. Now on Friday night, my Dad arrived in Montreal and the next morning we drove down into New York state to go hiking in the Aderondacks. We stayed at the Keene Farm cabin maintained by the Alpine Club of Canada and only about 2 hours drive south of Montreal. The idea is that you bring your own food and sleeping bag, and the cabin provides all the cooking utensils and shelter. You base your hikes from there without all the pains of real camping. It was really threatening to rain, but we were able to quickly hike to the top of Mt. Hurricane (2000' ascent in 2 hours) before it really started pouring that night. We came back Sunday morning because of the poor weather and did the usual stuff in Montreal.