||[Jan. 31st, 2006|11:00 pm]
I'm back from Montreal. It was sufficiently amazing. Matt was a doll and came out with me the first night despite a team of ass holes getting in the way. The KU model UN team was the crankiest bunch I'd met until they had a few beers that night. Anyhow, that was Thursday night. Friday we got a lot done in committee and the debate and discussion I had was amazing and I learned a heck of a lot. Oh yeah, McGill knows how to put on some opening ceremonies. Normally, key note speakers are the most boring people on the face of the planet. McGill got the Princess of Jordan. First of all, all I kept hearing from the guys was what a treat she was to look at. More importantly, she gave an amazing speech. Apparently Princesses don't have to worry about diplomacy and she completely insulted the U.S. Military even though kids from West Point to the the Coast Guard Academy were sitting in the audience.
Anyhow, this paragraph will be the one about committee, quite possibly bore you to tears. As the GA 3rd, SPECPOL (Special Political and Decolonization) we chose a bad topic, got nothing done in two days, and didn't pass any resolutions. Our topic was actually not something we were supposed to deal with as SPECPOL, but we're a general Assembly and things happen I guess. We chose reforming the Human Rights Commission, which requires changing the UN Charter pretty much, and you can't do that without the Security Council agreeing to it, and China (who has veto power) was in the room, and wasn't about to subject themselves to anyone else's rules on human rights violations or a peer review system that would evaluate how they were doing in that department because, of course, they are abusing their citizens just like every other country. In trying to depoliticize the HRC, we let politics get in the way even worse than I thought possible (again, I learned a lot).
Getting drunk: wow. Night one, I only had a pint of beer, night two, I got pretty drunk... We went to several different bars, which was really neat because we were all legal and all the model UNers were out enjoying the city. Then I got dragged to a strip club with three of the guys on our team. It was pretty appalling, but I don't regret experiencing something new. After I left, with one of the head delegates supported only by my shoulder, two stayed behind and got lap dances... Canada has different rules and I'm not going to tell you what they are, because it's just not lady-like to discuss such things. Anyhow, I managed to get my friend back to the hotel by curfew (a generous 3am), and it was good. Saturday night... uuuuh, the only way to describe me is "McSloppy." I think that was my official title. Sunday morning I woke up, still incredibly drunk, with a black eye, and no clue what had happened. Also, still very, very sick. I don't think life would have been so bad if I didn't have to sit in an overstuffed van for 10 hours. I don't ever want to be drunk when I go to breakfast with my favorite professor ever again, but at least I went all out.
Matt showed me McGill Saturday! It was like, warm out too, which was weird.. What a gorgeous campus though! We went out to eat and caught up a bit. Than I ran back to committee as fast as I could because I thought I was late, but ended up being so early I was bored out of my mind reading Chuck Norris jokes for a half hour. Chuck Norris could never have a heart attack. His heart is not nearly foolish enough to attack him. McGill put out a news letter for us every day and that was the main topic of that one. It also had "Letters to Kofi" about committee and how inappropriate notes were that got passed around. My most inappropriate note said "We like your Djibouti" and was signed by a few countries. I thought maybe they should have worried a bit more about getting countries to sign their resolutions, but hey, at least we can agree on something (my Djibouti is pretty fine). I also managed to get a coast guard boy's contact info haha. It's funny, he's not allowed to have facebook because he's a freshman/fourth class and they don't want him wasting time on such things. They have more rules than they know what to do with. I made lots of friends though, and I'll probably see a few of them at the next conference. I wrote a resolution with the same kid I worked with last conference, which was neat. So that pretty much sums things up... Montreal=cool. McGill Conference=nuts. Oh yeah, one more thing, if you ever hold a Model UN conference, make sure one of your sessions is not directly after happy hour. Drunk delegates are even stupider than sober ones, which is hard to beat.