I’ve spent most of my life in Canada. I didn’t even visit the USA until i was 13, and even then, it was a one-time thing. I’ve eaten many poutines, skated on the Rideau Canal, and had countless ‘Canadian standoffs’ while I awkwardly hold the door for someone, but they want me to go first, and then we both apologize and laugh about it…. but I’ve never felt as Canadian as I did last night, when myself and some friends woke up at 3am to drive through a wintery wonderland to the closest Tim Hortons for mochas, coffee, and Timbits (for American readers: Timbits are donut holes with extra love and flavour). We raced back to project the game onto the wall of the condo, just in time to hear the Canadian National Anthem. People started to pile into the room, people we knew, people we didn’t know, first and second and third and fourth years, until there were 30 or so of us occupying every surface in front of the projection… and then we watched. We watched with bated breath, we held hands, we shouted and made exasperated noises when the Canadians failed to finish passes and most of all, we cheered as loud as we could each time Canada scored (sorry, neighbours!). It’s one thing to gather with your friends, but there’s something especially magical about coming together with people you know very little about to celebrate one thing that unites us all: The Olympics. It’s even better knowing that all across the country, our fellow Canadians were with their friends, families, acquaintances, and total strangers, doing the same. The game ended just as the sun was touching the tips of the mountains outside our window, and there were perfect fluffy white flakes still dusting the trees. We declared nap time until at least 11am and fell asleep having made new friends and with a sense of unity that only comes once every 4 years. I love Quest for many reasons, and there have been plenty of great times, but this one might just be the best we’ve ever had.