Thursday, January 18, 2007

Pictures of our journey.

Here's the gist of it:

There was some ice.

Cody slept.

There were puppies.

And there was teabagging. (Sorry, Richard, kinda.)

All the pictures I took are available for viewing on a public Picasa Web Album. Go here to look at them. You may or may not need to be signed in with a (free) Google account for access.

Many much gratitude to Giz and especially Francis for accomodating us and playing host.

If any of you that went can remember anything at all about Sunday night, please enlighten me in the comment box. From what I can surmise it was the most eventful period of the trip, yet I seem to remember little to none of it.

Hooray, Northeast!

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At 12:19 PM, January 18, 2007, Anonymous frankiefirefox said...

From what I can recall, there was vomit from several (including Toon and myself), buying of numerous rounds of shots by all, all followed by the shame and failure that we have all grown to know, love, and expect. Thanks for the amazing time!

At 12:30 PM, January 18, 2007, Anonymous frankiefirefox said...

Also in the midst of entertaining Richard after being booted from the airport for the second consecutive day, a friend (along with richard) witnessed my superpower, the notorious Frankie Griffin puke-and-rally. Here it is. "I have been known on occasion to enjoy a good party from time to time. In fact, back in the Country Way days I'd tell my parents I was coming in town for the night to play cards. And I did. Except that there were 65 people playing with me. And we weren't playing for money. And we only played for like 20 minutes. And there were 400 beers around. Since that time there have been countless nights that resulted in me heading to class looking like I'd just been hit in the face with a frying pan, and days where hangovers lasted until the sun went down. And in all that time, I have never, ever, seen anyone bounce back from throwing up quite like Frank Griffin. Most people puke and that's it; friends hurry to get that person together, apologies fly around, and for that poor, drunken soul, the night is over. Not Frank Griffin. He rebounds from vomiting in asskicking fashion. And he does it with a vengeance, like a guy who finds out his girlfriend has been cheating on him and then goes and sleeps with the next dozen pretty girls he finds. And then tells her about it. And let's be clear here. Frank Griffin throws up A LOT. He pukes more in a week than I have this millenium. And it doesn't even faze him. He's almost relieved, as though he's glad he now has more room in his stomach for whiskey. I'm telling you, if you ever get the chance to hit the town with this living legend, I highly recommend it (though beware--Frank is increasingly hard to find these days, and spends many of his free weekend moments doing laundry at a remote locale in Central Maine), it will be a lesson in resilience, dominance, and most importantly, awesomeness."

I just wept.

At 1:15 PM, January 18, 2007, Blogger Vince said...

The vomit isn't ringing a bell, nor are shots, although my credit card activity from that night is telling quite the story. Who are you, Foreplay Bar, and why did you repeatedly take my money?

Dude, you are a legend. Puke and rally, fuckin' A. Was that on someone's blog?

At 5:54 PM, January 18, 2007, Anonymous bass said...

let us not forget the NY lesbians
and mark me down for multiple evacuations at or near the foreplay bar.

At 7:02 PM, January 18, 2007, Blogger GIZMO said...

I totally maintained that night......i think. Taking out cash ahead of time was the smartest idea I ever had. The puppies melt me.

At 7:49 AM, January 19, 2007, Blogger Sir Cody said...

Don't forget about pissing in the ocean and shitting on a boat. I'll cronicle as much of what I can remember this weekend.

At 8:31 AM, January 19, 2007, Blogger Vince said...

Pissing in the ocean? Shitting on a boat?!?! Wtf?!

Cody, come through for me.

Bass, good call on the basketball dykes.

At 1:17 PM, January 19, 2007, Blogger Richard said...

What a blatantly biased smattering of vacation stills. You're the fucking New York Times of Triumvirate photojournalists. And be jealous, I got to see the future Mrs. Frankie in person Wednesday night.

At 2:37 PM, January 19, 2007, Anonymous bass said...

yes its true, someone will find a frozen turd on the starboard running boards next time they try to take their boat out for a spin.

At 10:04 PM, January 19, 2007, Blogger Vince said...

What are you talking about, I am the fucking paragon of objectivity.

And I am so jealous. Did her little 40*40 pixel myspace picture provide an accurate portrayal of her likeness??

At 12:53 PM, January 21, 2007, Anonymous frankiefirefox said...

First of all, Richard fuck yourself. Secondly, Vince you and I did puke and piss in the ocean along with several others. This was followed up by you one-upping us by shitting in the bow of some poor bastard's boat. Wait, you all can blow yourselves, with practice.


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