Best. Discovery. Ever.

This just made my already-awesome-even-though-I'm-exhausted-and-still-hungover-from-last-night day!!

Behold the glory that is daytripsociety!

Is it possible to be in love with a website? Because I'm pretty sure I am...

FYI, the following items are on the table as potential future bday/christmas/you-are-awesome gifts:

A fictional graphic novel about Bigfoot's life, from his perspective? Yes please!
Serving tray.Nautical plates.LOVE these.

Made from a recycled sail.



Definitely could have used these today.

Anyway, that's it for now friendlies, can't wait to update you all tomorrow about whatever shenanigans we get into tonight!

XOXO - Christine

"Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth..."

Cannot describe my love for this song with words, so here's the video:

This song, and pretty much anything by Vampire Weekend, immediately transports me to my lake house, where I'm surrounded by water, sun, and friends, and am generally loving life. What I'm trying to say is that it would be basically impossible for this song to not put a smile on my face.

Speaking of Vampire Weekend, I was listening to "Oxford Comma" for the thousandth time the other week and my mind was BLOWN by a lyrical revelation. Ready for it? Skip to 1:41 to hear the slickest Lil' Jon shout out ever (no "YEAAAHHH, OKAAYYY" here).

Incredible, right? In case you missed it, the song goes: "First it's to the window, then it's to the wall; Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth..." Too funny that it took me well over two years to notice haha.

Anyway lovers, I hope you've all had wonderful weeks and I will be posting a break-up/life update later tonight or tomorrow!

XOXO - Christine

In Case You Missed It...

Just when you thought the biggest drama of the night was when Shakira and Pink showed up in the same dress, major shit went down! (Side note: I thought that this was a huge issue and that designers wouldn't lend a dress to more than one starlet? I suppose I should catch up on my stylist know-how with a marathon sesh of the Rachel Zoe Project...)
In case you missed it, Kanye ganked the mic from Taylor Swift when she won Best Female Video and said the following:

Not only was she shaking and near tears, but she had to PERFORM about twenty minutes later. So fucked up. Thankfully, he lost the Best Male Video award to T.I. and Rihanna's "Live Your Life," and the mention of his nomination elicited boos from all of Radio City Music Hall. The best part? He and his stripperesque girlfriend Amber Rose were kicked to the curb...I'm guessing it was partially because of what he did to Taylor, but mostly because they showed up looking like this:
Later in the night, after Beyonce won Best Video of the Year, she invited Taylor back onto the stage to give her back her moment. I never thought I'd say it, but Beyonce is as classy as they come. Here's the footage:


And on that note, I present you with the "Gay Fish" clip from South Park. The underlying joke is about fish sticks, and how if you like "fish sticks" (sounds like "fish dicks"), then you must be a gay fish. As it turns out, Kanye West's ego is so big, that he just doesn't understand why people keep calling him a gay fish after he admits to enjoying the taste of fish sticks in his mouth. At the end of the episode, Cartman gives Butters a lecture about embracing who you really are (may have been the other way around), and Kanye decides that he must be a gay fish if everyone else says so, and makes moves to join his fellow fish...you'll see:


Also, check out what Lady Gaga showed up wearing:

Her date? Try Kermit the Frog...

AWKHAWK indeed.

Anyway, I hope you friendlies all had fun weekends and I'll update more as the week goes on!

XOXO - Christine

P.S. As always, feel free to comment and tell me what you think about the VMA's and all of the Kanye drama!

My very own texts from last night...

Oooh bunnies....do I have a story for you. Actually, it's more of a collection of moments that I didn't black out, but here goes. So, last night we all dressed up and hopped aboard a very preppy booze cruise around Boston Harbor. It was a fabulous time, full of seersucker, drink tickets, and dancing whilst trying not to fall over as the boat rocked. After the boat docked, everyone headed to J.A. Stats for the after party.

This is where things start to get fuzzy for me and my texting abilities declined dramatically. According to the people I was with, I went off on my own and got lost, then we all met up at Bell in Hand, where I made out with some random dude, and then I convinced a guy, who is in my phone as "Indiana Jones," to come over. I guess drunk me knew I needed a chaperone... anyway, here are the incredible textchanges that followed...enjoy!

This is a convo between me and Patches O'Houlihan. I was trying to get him to come play on my roofdeck:

And "fond a ne w boy" I did:

To Eubanks, who wasn't in town last night:
Apparently I wasn't the only one who couldn't text...


And to Matt, one of my neighbor's who was on the booze cruise. I "hated" them all because they were being slow and I wound up in an alley by myself. Whoops.

To Eubanks, JDubs, and BDubs...I have NO idea where the n'sync comment came from:

And the pièce de résistance, my convo with "Indiana Jones."

WOW. Good times. These texts definitely explain why I'm still hungover at 5PM on a Friday. Alright, I think it's time to pack my bags and head to the lake! I'll be back sometime next week and will hopefully be able to do some blogging when I'm not baking in the sun!

Hope you guys all have phenomenal weekends!!

XOXO - Christine

The 5 Men You Meet In Boston

Happy Monday friendlies! After Saturday night's run-in with the every Ed Hardy wearing D-bag in Boston, I've decided to write an anthropological post regarding the different kinds of men that you most often encounter in this extra-special city. Enjoy!

1. The Ed Hardy/Affliction Wearing D-Bag:
These creatures can most often be found unce-uncing it out around Boston with Eastern European girls/Guidettes at clubs such as Rumor and Venue. There is little variation in their physical traits, as they are all notoriously characterized by fake tans, spiked hair, and a pronounced lack of sideburns. They are never far from their Muscle Milk, and firmly believe that their bulging biceps negate the gayness of their bedazzled Ed Hardy t-shirts and tight jeans. Sadly, the rest of the world fails to follow this logic, and these men are left to hook up with slutty bitches who have tanned themselves into a new racial category. Avoid these men at all cost, unless you want to spend the morning after between these sheets:
Side note: TG, aka the Bed Wetter, wears Ed Hardy religiously. Though his wardrobe is excused by the fact that he's a great guy and not actually a d-bag, I probably should have seen that one coming. Also, once Liza Minelli has been spotted wearing your favorite t-shirt, it might be time to reevaluate your style choices. I'm just saying...
2. The Consummate Boston Sports Fan:
These men are native New Englanders, and no matter what they're like during the off season, the second you mention a Boston sports team, they immediately revert to fanboydom. Much like in the movie Fever Pitch (which we stayed up til 6AM watching one Saturday night...lame), you must find a way to enjoy sports or your relationship is doomed to fail. Consider yourself cleared for take-off if you can see yourself taking this seriously:

(They're supposed to spell out Papi, not IPAP)

In case you unwittingly find yourself in a relationship with a Sox fan, here is a handy guide to his manboy brain. You're welcome:

3. The Middle Class Guy Who Doesn't Feel Like Trying Too Hard And Has Therefore Been Wearing The Same Clothes Since High School:


If you'd rather not spend every date sitting around a Quiznos listening to him talk about that one time he got sooo wasted he puked on the vice principal's car...then RUN. Enough said.

4. The Hipster/Slave to Trends:
While less intense than their counterpart, the NYC Urban Hipster/Brooklynite, the Boston Hipster is still a force to be reckoned with. Characterized by their tendency to rock month-old fads and trendy sneakers, this breed of man can run the gamut from questionably gay to skater chic, though they most often resemble a mix between Pharell Williams and "not gay" Chet from the Real World:


5. The NESCAC/Ivy League Educated Preppy Douchebag:
Yum. Can I just leave it at that? No? Okay, well then let me get a little more specific.

This guy is from a solid, waspy New England family. While they appear to be perfect from the outside, rest assured that Grandfather is not on speaking terms with Aunt Milly's children, because they rebuffed his offers to help them get into Yale. The fact that this happened twenty years ago makes no difference, he still treats them like the red headed stepchildren they are.

This guy grew up with a sister named Chloe, a brother named Foster, and two chocolate labs. He drives an SUV, played lacrosse at an ISL, and wears Madras unironically. He knows how to sail and uses the word "summer" as a verb, as in, "my family and I summer on Nantucket, what about yours?"
When the trashiness of Faneuil Hall finally gets to them, these boys can be found in all of their preppy glory at the Sail Loft, Four Winds, Tia's, and J.A. Stats. Their Lacoste alligators and Vineyard Vines whales serve as Batman style beacons, attracting pearl-wearing lady prepsters (aka all of my friends) in droves, allowing them to be discriminating in their selection of females. Their douchebaggery is only rivaled by that of the Ed Hardy wearing guidos, but is thankfully of a more hilarious, and therefore more acceptable, variety.

If you're still confused as to whether or not the man you've brought home is a preppy d-bag, and his pink polo is on your floor and out of reach, try grabbing your iPhone and checking out the first definition of preppy on Urban Dictionary. Got it? Good. If you manage to snag yourself one of these guys, get excited, because your future looks bright.

Alright bunnies, I hope I've dropped enough knowledge for you to get out there and snag yourself a man, or, if you're a guy, I truly hope that it's given you a chance to reevaluate your wardrobe and make the necessary adjustments...

As you've probably figured out, my man preference is clearly skewed towards the Preppy Douchebag, and my future wedding will look a little something like this, minus the tuxes, plus a nice khaki and navy blazer ensemble:
Don't worry though friendlies, that's many, many years away!

XOXO - Christine