One of my all time favorite movies ever is Boondock Saints, and they're FINALLY coming out with a sequel, entitled Boondock Saints 2: All Saints Day. According to this trailer, it'll be hitting theaters on OCTOBER 30th. My birthday is October 28th...pretty sure that this is life's birthday present to me, much like in 2004 and 2007 when the Sox WON IT ALL on my bday. Though I'm skeptical of their replacement of Rocco and Willem Dafoe's character, I know that I'm going to fucking LOVE this sequel.
Enjoy:
XOXO - Christine
Showing posts with label Doghead. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Doghead. Show all posts
Friday, September 4, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Slainte!
So it's 12:15 and I JUST cracked my first beer. Incredibly depressing, considering that if I were up at school, I'd be face down in a snowbank by now, and if I were in DC, I'd be in the midst of my annual slap fight with my friend Charlie:
I mean, this is Boston people! The most Irish city in America! The home of the very first St. Patrick's Day celebration EVER in the United States!! I just don't get why our day of glorious drinking begins at 1PM instead of at 5AM, like in Maine and DC. I also am sad that this year I lacked the foresight to purchase some spectacular green tights like the ones I wore last year. They were both hot looking and practical for climate control purposes. Granted, it's only 43 degrees right now, but still, it's Doghead, FUCK PANTS. Exhibit A from last year:
All I'm saying, is that while the end result will be the same (me, passed out in an inappropriate locale), the journey just won't be the same. Last year, we got to the party at 6AM, left at 6PM, and this is all I remember from those 12 fun-filled hours: a game of beirut, a keg toss, smoking some weed behind the neighbor's house, sitting on the stoop, chatting with some cops, eating a hot dog bun, and getting into a slapfight with Charlie.
Regardless of what I can or cannot remember, the 120 photos I took prove that I had the best time ever. Even better than my senior year when I started partying at 7PM and didn't stop until I disrobed and passed out in some random sophomore's bunkbed, while he was in it, around 10AM the next day. Even better than junior year, when we rented out Champs for a 6AM dance party and I stumbled out into the daylight with MGE and hitchhiked back to campus before noon. Even better than freshman year when Doghead was canceled and rioting ensued. Definitely better than going in for questioning after a bunch of football players tossed a couch out the window of my dorm and onto a dean's car during said riots.
However, it was NOT better than sophomore Doghead, which was my only *true* Doghead experience, since it was held at an off campus house with 40 kegs of green beer and a bar made out of snow. I remember getting there around 7AM after pregaming on campus for awhile and being in complete awe. I'd been to plenty of off campus parties before, but this was SO much more intense.
The massive backyard was packed with drunken prepsters rocking every green item they owned. For me, this meant PJ capris (poor choice), a sweatshirt, my green pumas, and a coordinating scarf. I spent the day toeing the hypothermia line, but couldn't have cared less. At one point, the Sarahs and I scaled a snowbank to pee, since the bathrooms in the house were blocked off, and I remember sitting there being too cold to know if I'd gone or not. I also booted every color of the Irish flag that day, in order, thanks to lots of green beer, some dry heaving, and a few screwdrivers.
God I miss college.
Alright, Bobby's here, time to get my BOOOOOZE on!!
XOXO - Christine
I mean, this is Boston people! The most Irish city in America! The home of the very first St. Patrick's Day celebration EVER in the United States!! I just don't get why our day of glorious drinking begins at 1PM instead of at 5AM, like in Maine and DC. I also am sad that this year I lacked the foresight to purchase some spectacular green tights like the ones I wore last year. They were both hot looking and practical for climate control purposes. Granted, it's only 43 degrees right now, but still, it's Doghead, FUCK PANTS. Exhibit A from last year:
All I'm saying, is that while the end result will be the same (me, passed out in an inappropriate locale), the journey just won't be the same. Last year, we got to the party at 6AM, left at 6PM, and this is all I remember from those 12 fun-filled hours: a game of beirut, a keg toss, smoking some weed behind the neighbor's house, sitting on the stoop, chatting with some cops, eating a hot dog bun, and getting into a slapfight with Charlie.Regardless of what I can or cannot remember, the 120 photos I took prove that I had the best time ever. Even better than my senior year when I started partying at 7PM and didn't stop until I disrobed and passed out in some random sophomore's bunkbed, while he was in it, around 10AM the next day. Even better than junior year, when we rented out Champs for a 6AM dance party and I stumbled out into the daylight with MGE and hitchhiked back to campus before noon. Even better than freshman year when Doghead was canceled and rioting ensued. Definitely better than going in for questioning after a bunch of football players tossed a couch out the window of my dorm and onto a dean's car during said riots.
However, it was NOT better than sophomore Doghead, which was my only *true* Doghead experience, since it was held at an off campus house with 40 kegs of green beer and a bar made out of snow. I remember getting there around 7AM after pregaming on campus for awhile and being in complete awe. I'd been to plenty of off campus parties before, but this was SO much more intense.
The massive backyard was packed with drunken prepsters rocking every green item they owned. For me, this meant PJ capris (poor choice), a sweatshirt, my green pumas, and a coordinating scarf. I spent the day toeing the hypothermia line, but couldn't have cared less. At one point, the Sarahs and I scaled a snowbank to pee, since the bathrooms in the house were blocked off, and I remember sitting there being too cold to know if I'd gone or not. I also booted every color of the Irish flag that day, in order, thanks to lots of green beer, some dry heaving, and a few screwdrivers.
God I miss college.
Alright, Bobby's here, time to get my BOOOOOZE on!!
XOXO - Christine
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced
So next week is St. Patrick's Day, and being Irish, I have to celebrate in a big way. I'm the type of girl who's indifferent to Valentine's Day as a holiday, but I'm distraught if I don't have something awesome to do on St. Paddy's Day. This is a photo from my first real Doghead, back in 2005:
Last year I went down to DC for DC Doghead, which was incredible. This year we'll be doing a pub crawl around Faneuil, starting at 11AM. Not quite as intense as the past five years of Doghead madness, but it should be fun. I hope you guys all have exciting things planned for the most holy of all days!
Photos and stories to come!
XOXO - Christine
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