2007/2008 ski season recap in 82 pictures - easily the best season in this history of teendrama!
Hi and welcome to the recap I promised myself I'd get up on teendrama before I left for Sweden: 2007/2008 Ski Season Recap! Normally, I'd do this weekend-by -weekend but I was just so lazy / distracted this winter that I didn't get around to it, which is a huge shame since this was such a super sick season all around. Quick overview before we jump into things (and this is a loooong one) - 30 days, two *big* dumps in VT (15" each?) and *three trips of west* - Jackson Hole, Beaver Creek, Snowmass/Aspen - plus of course Sink or Stoopid Skim (sank, sorry for the spoiler, but you already knew that was coming). Anyway, ready? (oh, this pic? Mount Snow, somewhere around mid-season me thinks).
Early season wasn't looking so hot. Not sure when I took this (early January?) but I think we were all pretty sure this would be a classic VT season - snow, then thaw, snow then thaw, snow then thaw. Accumulation ruined by rain.
Januarys are for black out weekends (MLK), so we hit up Stratton for freeeeeeeee courtesy of my pal Sue (she's the one who was so good to us at the Google Ski Trip!). Thanks Sue! (and hope I don't get you in trouble for writing about this! :)
Stratton + holiday weekend + gondola = lines. McD looks less then thrilled, but if I remember correctly this was a pretty sick day. The parks are so super nice at Stratton (Mount Snow, please take note).
mom's 60th bday surprise bday (+ bonus a tour through the Crowley's board game archive)
Why hello there! This is my first attempt in writing a teendrama recap in, um, forever. I got this trip to Sweden with Mr. Eric Freid all planned up in about 8 days from now and I really want to catch up on the tdrama before I take off... hence the 3 big posts this week (Mom's 60th, ski season recap, SXSW). A little teendrama philosophy real quick: I keep this site as kind of a scrapbook for myself and friends and when I fall far behind (e.g. now) it's almost like 6 months worth of good times just goes unnoticed. Think of the stuff I flaked on this past year: Mike + Jos' wedding, bday #31, SXSW 07, PICNIC @ Amsterdam, World Series, etc. I always find myself wanting to refer back to these memories as teendrama posts and its kind of a bummer realizing I never got around to writing a recap (disclaimer: last year is a weird case as its not just me being lazy w/ teendrama, instead I lost 9 out of 12 months of photos to one stolen laptop and one fried laptop). So, anyway, let's catch up!
Hey Mom, happy 60th birthday! (er, this was back in March, btw). My dad - notorious for messing up with big surprises for my Mom - wanted to surprise her with a huge surprise bday party. He had me and JJ act like we weren't going to come home for Mom's bday (using McD's St. Paddy's party as a cover and the old "but we'll be back next weekend for Easter!" excuse) but then managed to sneak home on Saturday to set up the *bowling alley* he rented out for the big bday surprise!
Dad was stressing about the whole thing - "make sure there's enough drinks and food and make sure everyone parks in the back", etc. We did our bestest, even making a little makeshift "No Parking" sign so Dad could roll right up to the front without having driving by everyone else's cars. Slick!
(JJ's first album cover? "No Parking in the Zone of Love")
So here's the big moment of surprise - I think about 60 people where there, bartender + fully catered and the whole thing. Good job, Dad!
hey, so the Red Sox won the World Series again? How about that!
So, how about them Red Sox?? Wooo! I have pics from the ALCS (Game 2 in Boston! And Game 7 at Prof Thoms in NYC) and some pics from the bender I like to call Game 2 of the World Series!!!! (I was back at Fenway with MF - my head still kind of hurts)... buuuuuttt, as always, I'm 800 miles behind from catching up on the teendrama.
For now though, check out this video from 2004 (which I had to dig out of my external drive) - a little flashback to Dad + Gam + Jonathan being interviewed on MSNBC just after the Sox won the World Series. (J was working at NBC at the time, they were looking for a Red Sox family - I guess The Crowley's fit the bill?)
Gam = awesome. "You'll have it!" (btw, for more of Gam's TV internet career see Ask Gam)
ps: that's Kevin + Liz + the crew of the ConQwest 2004 crew up in the background. Good times!
Okay back to work... and Halloween costume planning - no Slutty R2D2 this year, but we'll be at the Flavorpill + Penthouse Bar afterparty.
50 minutes till game 7 of the ALCS! (and me + J's 3 secs of fame on FOX Sports from a week ago - ha!)
Hey hey hey - Game 7 of the ALCS kicks off in less than an hour! I'm heading out to meet KK + Lock at Prof Thom's (12nd + 2nd - that place is going to be *packed*). J's racing back from VT to meet us for first pitch. Hoo doggy!
Rewind a week ago to game 2 of the ALCS (er, the game where the Sox got smoked in the 11th). Me and J were at Fenway - around the 5th inning, K2 and McD txt'ed us asking "how's the chowder" - ha!
Special thanks to K2 for digivideo'ing our 3 seconds of fame. :)
I was home this weekend w/ J and Katie for the Sox game (!! - more pics soon). We spent Sunday night with Mom + Dad (Chinese food! Pats game!) where me and J took the old Roller Racer for a spin down in the filthy, stinky basement. I went first. Watch out for the decomposing mouse near the water heater!
Jay was up next. I nearly choked him to death with the handle of his flower bucket helmet. Oops. (Katie didn't get to take a ride - I think we were done after J wiped out Mom's gardening station.)
It's true (shut up!). At J & Jackie's wedding a few weeks ago, some of J's friends from Black20 were on hand shooting up wedding footage with fancy HD cameras. One of the guys (Mike Aransky) cut up this great video and set it to J + Jackie's wedding song. Gets me a little bit weepy every time.
Jonathan and Jackie get married - Eight years in the making told in 100 photos
Hey! Sorry to take so long to get these pics online, but it literally took me *days* recover from the wedding event of the season: J and Jackie's wedding!!! Just breathe that in a bit... my little brother all married up!! Now, let's rewind just about two weeks ago (Aug 31) and lemme walk you through the three-day event. (ps: Is wedding season almost over??? Four down, two to go!)
(Quick special thanks to Erin + Rob.J + Shoops for letting me steal yer pix!)
So, I wish I had some pics of Thursday's roadtrip up - me and McD picking up ten tuxes, grabbing a sandwich, getting stuck in midtown NYC traffic, realizing we're kind-of running late for the rehearsal dinner, then realizing we're definitely going to be late, then fielding the "this is NOT the type of thing you're late for - CLICK" phone call from my Dad, pushing the Hovepod close to 100mph, getting a $250+ speeding ticket (despite pulling the "I'm the best man and I've got all the tuxes in the back!" line)... and then pulling into ever-so-classy Holiday Inn in Schenectady, NY with exactly five minutes to shower and iron it up.
And when I say ever-so-classy, I mean Duct Tape Holding the Soap Dish In Place classy. Ha!
Me + McD, all spruced up, race to the church (20 mins away). Dad calls me while we're stuck in traffic on the Schenectady backroads and gives me the whole "You know, you're so late don't even bother coming... just meet us at the restaurant" (which makes my heart sink - I'm the best man! I need to practice!") but of course ol' Dig is just joshin' me. By the time we rolled in - 20 mins late - the pastor was just getting her rehearse on.
You ever been to a wedding rehearsal? Usually a fifteen minute job - "You stand here. You walk with her. Then someone's going to sing annnndd we're done!" type of thing. Not this time. This one lasted almost two hours (someone back me up?) - we practiced walking in, walking out, waking in, walking out. Jackie and J practiced their vows (all of them!), the "I Do's", everything. By the end we were starving and exhausted. If I was still five years old, I'd be on the floor kicking and crying.
But that's okay cause the rehearsal dinner (!) had this whole raw bar spread! Crab legs, skrimps, oystahs = delicious. We barely made a dent in the thing (foreshadowing) - I mean, do you really need to stuff yer face with raw seafood on a stomach full of Bud bottles just 12 hours before your brother's wedding?
Open bar, family + friends = good times. Please bathe in this magical scene of one of last photos of me + the unmarried version of my brother that you'll ever see on the teendrama.
"Sweet Moons Over My Hammy!!! It's David Beckham!!!"
It's getting near the end of the summer and know what that means? I'm trying desperatly to keep up with the teendrama so I'm not 800 entries behind for when the fall rolls around. And, more importantly, I'm trying to clear my plate before J's wedding (two days! holy doggy!).
So rewind just a wee two weekends ago to August 18. MLS Soccer isn't something you'll see too often on the teendrama (World Cup is a different story), but when McD + Milberger came through with some freebee tickets to see David Beckham ("Oh my God, David Beckham!!!") and the LA Galaxy take on whatever the local team is the New York Red Bulls, I gladly accepted (Will, consider us half–even for those Yanks luxury box tix I scored earlier this summer, k?). (Hey this is the first time Beckham had played in the East Coast, no?)
Anyway, about 10 of us made the trek out to NJ (Giants Stadium) on Saturday afternoon to lounge in the parking lot, eat some delicious grilled meats, enjoy a beer or fifteen and, oh, watch some soccer.
Fired up the Hoverpod around 4p. She gets confused with all the tunnels and such (here: Holland Tunnel) - who knew it wasn't just a straight-shot across? The route is actually much more windy.
And about an hour's worth of traffic later = parking lot dreams. Not a very exciting shot - moslty dudes wearing different flavored Beckham shirts - but see that yellow highlight? Rumor has it that's slated to be the first indoor skiing facility in the US! What?!? You've never seen indoor skiing before?
We let McD take over the grilling tasks. (Me + J both brought our BabyQ's on a lil' fieldtrip)
Spitting sausages down the middle and then filling them with Miller Lite? Pretty genius.
Splitting them with this "Alaska" pocket knife that Dad gave us back in, what?, 1995??? Legendary. (J, I can't believe you actually have this in your car. Mine's still at home - I opened it once - back in high school - and was never able to figure out how to close it. Huh.)
J's bachelor party in VT (or: How I Cut Three Years Off My Life By Swimming in a Lake Full of Goose Poo)
Lazy Sunday = good for catching up on the teendrama! Rewind a few weeks back to Aug 4 when me + ten other dudes make the trek to Vermont for J's bachelor party (btw, wedding is in less than two weeks!). And Vermont - I know, I know - low hanging fruit since we're there *every weekend* in the winter, no? But it kind of worked out perfectly since we had special guests coming in from Mass (Hannan!), upstate NY (Johnny!), DC (Arish!) and upstate VT (Brent!).
Anyway, we left on Friday nite, hit up some Exit 40 on the way (99 cent nugz!) and made a quick stop at Toys 'R Us to pick up such bachelor party essentials as Wiffleball bats, laser tag kits, Pirates of the Caribbean flashlights (don't ask).
After consulting Uff's iPhone, we found a secret 24 hour grocery store just off the highway and about 30 mins from the house! (Shoops, you paying attention? Exit 1 in VT then take a right) This is a *huge* find considering we're usually stuck eating Fat Tony's Pizza & Subs all winter long because we never make it to VT before the local supermarket closes down. Anyway, with four of us buying for 10 people it was like an all-star version of Supermarket Sweep up in there.
We could barely fit all are loot in the car. What did we ever do with that watermellon, btw?
$350! The receipt was about 4 pages long. Even though Johnny Price Chopped Employee swiped his Extra Saver Value card or whatever through for us (thanks!), we only saved $7 bucks! WTF!
So we're about 10 minutes from the house when we get a call from one of the other cars driving up from NY (Mark Fox + Ryan) that their jeep sprung a gas leak (what!). It seems they were about 3 mins in front of us (weird, eh?) so we roll the windows down and, sure enough, you can smell the gas in the air - apparently they were leaving a trail of it for miles. Once they noticed it (how?), they threw it in neutral and rolled into the nearest parking lot... which just happened to be a garage. Anyway, here's the leak. Looks dangerous. (they got it fixed Saturday - just needed a new hose or something.)
Midnight arrival = reunion with a bunch of J's friends. Arish + Brent were waiting for us. Hannan rolled up late nite. (oh, J + McD + Uff rode with me). Took about 15 trips to unload all the food out of the car.
Took about three hours five beers for us to re-discover the lightsabers Mom + Dad got us for our birthday's last year. Between beers and horseshoes we were up until the sun started coming up.... kind of a dumb call, since we scheduled Activity #1 for Saturday at noon...
600 mile double-header weekened: Sara + Stephen's wedding in VA + lobster cookout back in MA
Friends, hello! And welcome to yet another wedding recap (this time Sara + Stephen of DC!). But wait, that's not all, scroll down and you get *special bonus footage* of the lobster cookout at Mom + Dad's back in Medway!
Let's start with Sara + Stephen. Sara = friend from high school. Stephen you would have recognized from Mike.D + JC wedding recap had my laptop + photos not been stolen). And yes, this is wedding recap #3 (of 5!) this summer. So let's rewind a little - back to July 21. Wedding was all the way down in Richmond, VA so I split the trip in two and trained it down to DC on Friday night to meet up with Lt. Rob.
Hey, speaking of which, here's the Lt. holding a picture of himself with the bride to be! Apparently taken a long time ago... what, 1993... aka, back when Rob had hair. Hahahah!
And speaking of good 'ol Rob (again), he just fwd'ed me this. And while GI Joe has no business making an appearance in a Sara + Stephen wedding recap, can Cutter be any more of a rip off of the Rob M. brand??? (even down to the "Lt JG" status! - come'on!)
Oh, see? NYC -> DC. Thanks Google maps! ps: Amtrak is such a joke. Like $170 one-way to DC.
Three weeks late! So what!? Hi! My birthday = Tues 6/19, party was on Wednesday. Original invite called for a dance party on the upstairs terrace at Professor Thoms, but due to a technical error in the reservation process (er, I never called to confirm - oops) and the factthat Prof Thom's was hosting some Wednesday night BINGO, we dragged everyone a few blocks east over to Heathers.
Hey, and thanks to everyone who came out as bday #31 was pretty slamming. For the sake of comparison (and procrastination) I offer you recaps of bday #30, #29, #28, #27 on this lazy Friday afternoon. ps: No real narrative here, but please enjoy these randomly strung together images.
Looks dirty. Blindfold came from K2's Pin The Tail on the Donkey party kit...
Which is kind of like Pin the Tail on the Oil Painting of JJ.
teendrama welcome back party (starring Mike.D's bachelor party!)
Holy sweet Jesus! The first teendrama entry in, what, two months!? Friends, in just a few short hours I will be in my busted ass truck driving back to Boston Cape Cod for Mike.D + Jos' wedding. And on this kind-of lazy Friday afternoon (I just ate about 8 pounds of gnocci), I figured what better way to kick this off with a recap of Mike.D's bachelor party (June 16)!
So, background? Mike.d = one of my bestest pals from high school. Bachelor party = also falls on Father's Day wkd (two for one!). Mike.d's brother Dave was in charge of organizing the whole thing - grabbing us 10 tix to the Sox v. Giants game and planning dinner and drinks. Big Dig scored a handful of tix to the game last minute (Crowley family outing) so me + J ended up catching the early Saturday morning Amtrak back to Boston together.
Amtrak = looonnng. We passed the time with nostalgic hangman. "Things you look forward to?" Middle school half-day! "Things Jonathan hates?" Acorns dumped on this head! Hahahahaha!
2:30p. Dad picked us up at Rt. 128 and gave us a ride into Fenway...
... where we had a contest in the parking garage to see who could create the most realistic throw-up scene given a mouth full of milkshake and a punch in the stomach. Fun!
Annnddd onto Boston Billiards (our default location for pre-game meetups) where we hooked up with the Driscolls (x3), the rest of the bachelor party crew, Katie and Matty (Katie's bf!) and Mom (?). Wait, Mom, where you there?
To the game!
Teendrama superfans, may recognize some of the regulars. Left to right, MF, Rob, mini DPS, Mike.D, Adam.K (aka Mike.D's roommate from school).
Man, can I be any more two months behind on the teendrama? Come'on - there's lots going on! So, I owe you all a SXSW recap (um, almost a month ago?), an Easter recap (hey, that's only two days ago! ps: see 2006), some apartment pics (I moved in last week despite on-going construction) and what else, maybe a recap of that $800 karaoke night (ah, let's just skip that one).
Maybe we'll try to do one-per-day this week utill I catch up? (ha! that'll never work). For now, you get pics of Mount Snow's closing weekend, er, a few weeks back (J, shhh!). Me + Matt + Will + Christian made the trek to VT for the first time (for them) in a month and (for me) since February (I haven't been up since Beaver Creek? Huh.)
Anyway, last two days of the season (I thiiiinnnkkkkkk... there's a rumor the mountain may be open again this weekend - we'll see, anyway...) and we had near perfect weather on Saturday.
You know, what a weird season this was. Dry all the way through January (wasn't New Years a bust too?) and then after I booked all these trips out west (BC + Whistler) to make up for the shit snow, it started *dumping* in VT. Late Feb / March storms gave Mt. Snow some pretty solid late season coverage so a lot of the trails were still open (and leaving us wondering why they were closing the mountain so early. The answer: the closing date is closen early in the season so all the foreign kids can get their limited visas, etc).
Oh, regarding the coverage, it was good (for this late in the season) everywhere but this trail (BearTrap - Mt. Snow's signaure mogul run). See those little islands of snow on the upper left? We tried to gap the dirt + grass by jumping from island to island. Almost worked, but then again I also almost slammed into the pole.
Me + McD on the rickity ol' BearTrap double. Remember to wear yer helmets, kids!
The snowboard park was in pretty solid shape too. Lots of rails (er, see below) and some nice soft kickers. I'm soooo 30 years old that it took me three. tries to clear this one. +1 to Christian for the excellent camera work. [video]
Closing weekend marked Will McD's one year anniversary of busting his knee (read: tearing his ACL). What better way to celebrate then by getting SLAYED by the same rail! (was it really *this* rail?) Make sure to watch long enough to see J hit it pretty clean at the end. [video]
Christmas with the Crowley's - ver. 2007 (and bonus New Years in VT coverage! oh, and a video of Matt operating on his toe with a red hot skewer)
Hello Christmas 2006 recap! Man, I was gone for a good, what, two weeks? And just look at all the action packed excitement you missed! Let's start this off with Christmas Eve (we'll just fast-forward through those three days worth of last minute trips to the mall).
Now, if you remember from last year, Christmas Eve's main event is the Yankee Swap. 20 people + 20 gifts + everyone draws a number. Lowest number picks first, and after you pick (and open) your gift, you have the option of swapping for someone else's (already opened) gift. That person's gift (the one that just got taken) is then allowed to make *another* swap from all the opened gifts (though they can't take back what was just taken from them). Got it? Oh, and since whoever draws the #1 spot doesn't have anyone to swap with, that person gets their choice of *all* the opened gifts at the very end. So, #1 = the best number to draw. #2 = the worst number to get.
Now, let's hand out some numbers!
Poor Gam got stuck with #2(, sucker!)...
... though she chose wisely and got blessed with this this year's Must Have Yankee Swap gift, the garden gnome.
Meanwhile, Rob with #11 traded away whatever crap gift he got (scented candle?), quickly trading up for the gnome. I think the gnome traded hands two or three more times before Rob skillfully ended up with it after the final trade.
Anne drew the Golden Ticket which awarded her my gift - a mini reindeer made from recycled Christmas tree pieces (and yes!, purchased from the same dude that sold Mike + I the reindeer we dragged to Clay's holiday party).
Meanwhile.... Michelle, a dartboard? Other amazing gifts included scratch tickets, bottles of whiskey, some African vase, scented candles, Dunkin Donuts cards and a toy Coast Guard helicopter. What else? (Sorry, no half-eaten hamburgers this year)
Late night (and post Yankee Swap) one of our departing guests found this Yukon Cornelious doll on their car. A crpytic note from the anonymous gift giver was attached. Me + Dig tried comparing the handwriting to the 100 or so Christmas cards my parents had hanging on the walls, but we couldn't find a match. (It's like CSI: Suburbia up in here!)
And then a few hours later, I got an email from Yukon! I tried dorking out with the email headers, but no luck. The gift-giver remained a mystery for another 24 hours until she revealed herself to me over some good'ol townie-bar karaoke.
Okay, Christmas morning. For the non-VIPs who haven't done Christmas with the Crowley's, it goes down like this:
Round 1: Stockings (from Santa)
Round 2: Presents from Santa
Round 3: Family presents
Round 4: Go to Auntie Jeans and eat melted fruit cocktail.
holiday party season 2006 recap (and some ITP show, tree trimmings, 11 spring street action, etc.)
I'm going to try to sum up all of Holiday Party Season 2006 in one post... so let's rewind to last weekend (no, not this past weekend, but the weekend before - 12/9). After telling J that I wasn't going to get a Christmas tree this year, he + Jackie left this makeshirt Charlie Brown Tree outside my apt (which was the nicest thing ever, so thanks). Looks like it's made of a 2 inch piece of leftover stump and a busted off branch. Awesome.
I think that was Saturday night - yes, another night at Marshall Stack - where I ran into none other than my date Medway High's Ring Dance back in 1992, Maria.P! (you may remember Maria.P from such adventures as Thanks.g 05 or Caroline's txt msg banter from Thanks.g 06.)
ps: Ring Dance = where all the sophomores get their class rings! (, dur)
Since these prom photos seem to be a teendrama crowd favorite, here's #3 (of 9!) in the series. Oh, and the reinctment from 2005 here. [Flickr]
Tuesday. Me + Courtney hit up the Pokemon Holiday Party courtesy of McS's invite. You know, the last time we hit a Pokemon party it was a slamming hip hop dance party till the wee hours of the am. For the holiday season, they took a weird turn and hired some transvestite female impersonators (Streisand, Cher, Madonna) which is weird cause it's Pokemon(, right?). And they sub'ed out the hip hop dance party for an employee lip sync contest (huh?) where the winner (chosen by Pokemon CEO) was this girl who took off her top while dancing shaking around to a Shakira track (no singing involved). Huh.
Anyway, this pic = some poor guy who didn't realize the Madonna impersonator was actually a dude. Here he is trying to give him/her the hand-under-the-ass reacharound (this pic would have much uglier has I taken it 20 seconds earlier - he was seriously *all up* in this dude's grill).
To top it off, there was a raffle at the end and just as me + Courtney were walking out - holy shit! - they called our number! So we raced back to the stage to grab our loot from the tranny emcee but *some other girl* had already run up and claimed our prize! Of course, no one was checking numbers and we weren't going to protest at the Pokeon Holiday Party but come'on! Who does that! (btw, I dunno what the prize was - they were all wrapped up). Huh. We promptly left with our goodie bags (Pokemon calendar, Pokemon bathrobe, 2 Pokemon chocolate bars, Pokemon bottle of wine) and headed downtown.
Thursday = Happy Corp holiday party down at Lolita! Besides the woman with crazy eyeshadown (not to mention 14-year old son) who left DRUGS for me in the bathroom (Mom, Denny = drug free!) the night was pretty uneventful. I was also kind of hopped up on cold meds since I've had the BF (bird flu) for like 10 days straight now.
Oh the way out, Becca and I passed this fully decorated tree that was just left on the street. I like to think that Carlo's gf threw him out of the house - "...and take this fucking tree with you!" style - and so he just left it on the street for some happier couple to come by and claim it.
Friday was the opening night of 11 Spring Street. For anyone in NYC, everyone has already blogged the shit out of this (NYTimes, Gothamist #1, Gothamist #2, Wooster Collective Flickr), buuuuuttttt for everyone else: On the corner of Spring + Bowery there's this old building that's become one of the more well known landmarks for street art in NYC. Some developer (read: Rupert Murdoch's son) bought the building and is about to turn it into condos, but before they start demolition / construction, they invited all the big name artists who have covered the outside walls of the building over the years to use the space as a makeshift three-day gallery.
The building was open all weekend long (I heard the line to get in was crazy), though Xtina snuck me on the VIP list for Friday's opening (thx!)
thanksgiving is soooo 11 days ago (bonus: becca trapped in a machine and first wkd skiing!)
Wooo! Thanksgiving recap! Don't tell nobody, but I went home a few days early this year to spend some quality time with Mom + Dad + Princess Zelda. I have a few days of pictures to get through before we get to Turkey Day, but I figured I'd kick off this Thankgs.06 recap off with this pic of my brother with his balls hanging out. Happy holidays!
Wednesday. Picked up Jonathan at the Amtrak in Providence. Mom says no homecooked meals the day before Thanksg. so JJ and I hit up the Dave and Busters in downtown Providence. After milkshakes and ribs, we battled it out on the free throw machine under the understanding that loser is stuck saying Thanksgiving Day Grace. I got smoked. (And I'll take this opportunity to blame my lack of basketball skillz on the fact that I never had a hoop growing up. Thanks a lot, Dad.) video
While sinking crazy threes (er, sure), we missed my big debut on Boston's Channel 7 news talking about The Dodgeball. (Okay, okay I did catch it the night before in town w/ Rob + MF). Mrs. Moore caught the piece and said that I had a "handsome haircut." See for yourself (you'll need to click the "Watch the video" link on the top).
I logged some quality time at the Papa Ginos in Medway Center. Lunch with Mike, dinner with Rob. Fat Denny reprezent!!! Seriously, all this for under $10!
Wednesday nights are for townie reunions at Medway's finest townie bar, Sabina Doyles Mickey Cassidy's. We've been going for years (ever since they cancelled the alumn night at the VFW because there were too many fights) though every year there seems to be fewer and fewer people from our class (1994). I think we may have been some of the oldest dudes there. WTF!
Twenty minutes in and ran into everyone's favorite ex-prom data: Andrea.J!
This one's for all the fans. I was txt'ing back and forth with Caroline (who was also at some townie reunion back in the midwest) and told her I was hanging out w/ my crunked ex-prom date. She wrote back...
teendrama, er, 15 days in review! (w/ exclusive turducken pics!)
I'm behind on teendrama so, loyal reader, you get stuck 12 days worth of teendrama told via 15 pics...
Mon 11/6 - Continuing the "How I Became a Master Chef" thread, JJ and I cooked up some double-breaded fried chicken the other night. That's right, double-dip, double-breaded and then fried up in two inchs of vegetable oil. I think we overdid the double-dip (I felt kind of dirty for like 2 days), but still....
Tues 11/7 - LVHRD (CLL) PHN LCKN (read: Cell Phone Lock-In) @ MOMA. Check your cell phone at the door (they put it in these little ziplock bags) and listen to this really loud band in a really big space with really bad acoustics. Come'on Happy Corp, I'm just busting you - I love you guys! Oh, free beers = good beers.
Btw, every confiscated phone was hung on this 60 ft long wall. Apparently at the end of the night they had some magic internet machine that made all the cellphones ring and light up and the same time. Didn't anyone YouTube that shit? Come'on!
While waiting for the elevator on my way out, I ran into four ninjas (and a Doug.J in a spacesuit). Btw, more pics on Flickr
Wed 11/8 - Jill's Happy Birthday dinner @ Mercadito in the E.Village. Sorry, no photos sucka.
really crunked up weekend recap (read: Brooklyn Special Reserve = Blackout Juice!)
Friday = Jen Funlap had her first solo art show (!!) down in Tribeca. Post HappyCorp HappyHour, me + Dianne + Kevin + Grellan + Randy + YP + <insert the name of every other person we know> went down to check it out. Free drinks served up by special guest Mr. Funlap (in from Qatar! ps: Will, it's in Texas.)
So, from SoHo -> Tribeca -> LES. I had to drop off my stoopid backpack (shutup, laptop!) so I dragged Dianne + Will McD + Matt.U back to my apt. One drink and a freestyle show from JJ in the wheelchair he recently acquired for a video shoot.
Now can anyone guess where we went next? How about multiple choice?
(b) Local 138
... If you guesed (b) then you're... WRONG! (kind of - we were supposed to go to Local, but got sidetracked at my apt). Second guess? Backroom? Yes! (we're so lame). Jen was supposed to have her Art Show After Party over at Fontana's, but by the time they got there the place was so packed with Jersey d.bags that everyone ran as fast as they could over to Backroom (which was also packed with d.bags, though Upper East Side d.bags which are much much better than Jersey d.bags). Still, so so so so crowded. Kevin and I left on a scouting mission to find a new venue...
... so we went to the only untapped place I could think of on the Lower East Side (above Delancey at least): Guero. Guero = this kind of sketchy dive bar (read: stripped pole) on Rivington between Ridge and Pitt. it's two blocks east of my apartment and my apt - Attorney Street - is where the hipster gentrification pretty much ends. The few times we've been to Guero it's always been empty - perhaps because the UES tourists are afraid to walk east of Clinton?? (Ha, I just asked HarryH if he's even been there and he was all "Aren't there gangsters over there?")
Anyway, Guero = CLOSED! Well, not closed, but re-opened as Revolver - a place so brand new that the floors still smelled like they were just finished (er, opening night was Thurs). What was weird is that when a new place opens it usually takes a few weeks (days?) for the hipster crowd to figure it out, and then another week for New York magazine to write up a piece on it, and *then* all the tourists (and by toursits, I mean UES bankers in suits) flock on over. But this place, the 2nd day it was open, was packed with UES dudes! In suits! What gives?! It's like someone hit fast forward on the gentrification machine.
Sooooo stayed for a few drinks. Kevin and crew went to karaoke. Will McD almost tore his ACL again doing some freestyle tree climbing. I just called it a night.
To Saturday! Had some drinks at Will McD's, met KK + DM at Beauty Bar and took an 7 hour cab ride down Lucky Jack's to meet up with Little Sister Katie and her brand new boyfriend (!!).
More on the BF in a second, for now let's focus on this "Hipsters Guide to the Lower East Side" that Kevin found at the bar...
... zoom in a bit and there's our very own Sara on the front cover! Hahahahah!
So, one drink at Lucky Jacks then onto Marshall Stack (across the street). Just opened, no? Anyway, we met up with pretty much everyone else we know within 30 mins of grabbing our first drink. (go dodgeball go!)
Here, as my digi balances ontop two glasses of water, Grell, Anne, Chrissy, Courtney, DPS, Shoops and *brand new bf* Matt.
Matt = good guy. Katie, we like him! "A++++++ #1 Seller!" style! Oh wait... we *did* like him until...
... player dumps a glass of wine all over Kevin.K!. Ha! Or maybe it was Katie that spilled? I don't remember.
What is of note here is that we were drinking something called "Brooklyn Special Reserve" - some apparently rare beer from folks behind Brooklyn Lager that weighs in at 8.2% alcohol by volume (compared to, say, 5.0% for Bud bottles).
I don't want to sound all Johnny Freshman here, but we were just sitting around, enjoying drinks like the adults we are when suddenly all 10 of us were Just Plain Crunked. Mom, I know you hate to hear this but I totally ended up in blackout city. Brooklyn Reserve = Blackout Juice.
+ Courtney, sorry I licked your face.
+ Owners of Marshall Shack, sorry I took off my shirt while visting your fine establishment.
+ Chrissy, sorry I bullied you into signing my chest.
+ Dianne, sorry I pushed you down in the street and busted your elbow up.
+ Jonathan, sorry I punched you 5 times Balrog from SF2 style.
... actually, on the way home Jonathan and I got in a fist fight (me = been taking boxing lessons for the past 5 weeks, eek). I think I punched him once on the street. Then we wrestled in the hallway of our building for a bit (oh, sorry about the noise, Apt 2B) before JJ was like "let's go fight on the roof!!" Er, so we scaled the sketchy ladder to the roof and duked it out Warriors style until we went back to my apt, JJ cooked up some Mac and Cheese for us and I passed out on my couch.
I woke up in the morning with a huge cut on my leg, a smidge of blood on my shirt and a lot more blood on my lucky gray hoodie. Who's blood? Not me or JJ (no cuts or bruises!) Dianne? From your elbow? Maybe from my leg? I swear, I am never drinking [Brooklyn Special Reserve] again. Ugh.
Sunday? Sober alas! I went apt hunting. Watched some teeeveee and JJ and I made the sweetest rigatoni + broccoli + sausage (in a cream sauce - take that Bertucci's!) you've ever done tasted.
I had to trek out west for a few days for G stuff last week. Got in Tues night (Jet Blue!), came back Thurs afternoon (Jet Blue!). On both flights, the JetBlue CEO was on-board doing his "I like to relate to the little people" thing. He handed out chips and drinks and answered questions. I should have asked why ABC wasn't one of the DirectTV channels and when we were getting wi-fi, but alas, I fell asleep. Yawn. For these weekday trips, I've been staying in Mountain View (about 40 miles east of SF). Ugh.
Anyway, I met Durango for lunch on Wednesday. We sampled some of the finest foods that building #47 has to offer [Smoove]. I'm ashamed of how much food I consumed - I literally couldn't fit any more little plates on my tray (lobster thing + steak thing + lasagna + tuna steak + scallops). Stoopid Fat Denny.
And then after stuffing my face over lunch, I met Nat and Alisa for dinner in SF (Puerto Allegra, Mission district?). I had a burrito the size of a baby's torso. I like Nat's gangster double-point.
Though Nat left us early (teacher + hangover = no good), me + Alisa + special friend (MAKE OUT!) went to see a band at Edinburght Castle. Special guest Pam.B showed up late night - just before we hit up Hemlock Tavern and met up w/ Manlio + Jenn + Sean. I somehow made it back to my hotel in Mt. View around 1am.
Thursday. I took the afternoon flight back, which means I stood in the longest security line you've ever done seen. Seriously, 500 people long? After I made it all the way through, Little Ms. TSA confiscated my deoderant, toothpaste and shaving cream because I refused to get out of line (!!) to buy a $0.50 ziplock bag to put the stuff in. The world is safer.
I got stuck in the middle seat on the way back (that's whay you get for changing your flight last minute). To my right some chatty girl from Boston, to my left some kid who was studying for the H&R Block Tax exam. I really really really wanted to take a pic of this, but the poor kid had a three-ring binder that was like four inches thick and spent the whole flight filling out practice 1099s, W2s and 1040s the way you'd practice logic puzzles on the SAT. Oh man, I really can't think of anything worse.
Landed back in NYC around 10pm. Dropped my shit at home and headed to Parkside for Will McD's bday.
Saturday. While sitting in a cab in traffic on Delancey, I spied this dude in the car next to me. Sorry no teendrama pic - all you get is the text message which I sent to the Upoc Celeb Sightings list (go Upoc!!). Some dude wrote me back immediately. Some other dude replied 5 mins later with "quit". Ha, sucker!
So, I spent most of the weekend running around the city testing out some of the Big Games that were featured as part of the Come Out and Play festival.
If you have no idea what I am talking about, read this:
A few years ago I was involved in this thing called PacManhattan which was basically a giant game of Pac Man played around Washington Square Park. The idea was to take the concepts behind traditional game design and blow them out - huge gameboards, hundreds of players, games that last for days. The stuff we were working on, combined with a handful of other people thinking and experimenting with large-scale, real-world games fueled some of popularity behind a this genre of "Big Urban Games" (which, more often than not, are amazingly fun and totally change your perception of familiar urban spaces). Anyway, this past weekend, some of the PacManhattan alumn and other ITP superstars put on a Big Urban Games festival called "Come Out and Play" - three days worth of people running around in the streets playing games.
Okay, so over the weekend I got to test out five of the 30 (?) games. Here's a run-down:
Take Space Invaders, project it on the side of a building so that the screen becomes five stories tall and then add some range-finders and video-tracking that allows a player to control the ship by running around - run left and the spaceship moves left, right and the ship moves right, wave your arms and the ship fires. Awesome (and done by Hawk.H from ITP!)
The one-sentence pitch: "kill your enemies with kindness". 116 people opted in to play (!!) which became 58 teams of two. Each team was assigned a weapon and a weakness via text messaging - a phrase you'd say to other teams to kill them or which other teams would say to kill you. Upon killing a team, they'd join your group and you'd inherit their weakness.
Will McD and I teamed up and got assigned "Have a spectacular day" as our weapon and "Get cheered on in a big way" as our weakness. The game board was 10 blocks (48th Street -> 58th Street on Broadway) and with 116 players it was tough to tell if the people on the street were players or tourists. Well designed, as the game had that perfect mix of sneaking looks at people ("are they tourists or players?"), awkwardness ("oops, they're tourists") and reward ("we caught 5 groups and expanded from 2 people to 20"). Read more here. Also, Joystik recap.
We took an early detour from Cruel 2 Be Kind (btw, we had picked up Christian by this point) and jumped in a cab towards Pier 40 to check out Crossroads, Kevin + Frank's GPS phone game (which is being featured as part of The Good Life exhibit exploring play + public spaces).
While Kevin + Frank gave us the pitch, we checked out the rest of the stuff on display at Good Life - most of which was existing or future-planned architecture... [photo credit: Bradley Walker]
... which normally isn't my thing (me = dumb about architecture), but check out this skate park that is being designed in San Juan, Puerto Rico. Seriously, the whole water-park-as skate-park reminds me of something out of SSX. (Randy, didn't you have some video of kids skating here.... or maybe that was an actual abandoned water park? Huh.)Continued...
the easter bunny hates you featured on the The Tonight Show w/ Jay Leno (!)
Hey, remember that The Easter Bunny Hates You video Jonathan and crew put together a few months ago? Well, The Tonight Show (Jay Leno) picked up on it last night and featured it in one of their segements. A bunch of us trekked waaaayyyy up to Hurley's bar in Times Square to check it out.
Hi. Real quick: birthday party on Saturday. Stop by if you're around. And thanks to Randy for cooking up this invite.
Saturday June 24, 10p
Rivington Street (btw Bowery & Chrystie)
My birthday was actually on Monday. Mom + Dad came down on the Amtrak and took me + JJ out to dinner (read: Bestest Parents Ever). We hit up La Paella in the east village (J's recommendation). White wine + red wine + carafes of sangria = huh.
Three hour later, met up with a bunch of kids down @ Local 138. Mom got into her Kanye West flow, Dad + Dianne made fun of the rest of my friends, J + Dave dorked out with some Mario Kart DS Lite wifi.
Jonathan hooked me up with this sweet card.
While my mom...
... baked me a batch of the same exact cookies I got when I was two years old!
Rumor has it she took a cookie decorating class (!!) just so she could frost these little guys up. Thanks, Mom!
ps: It's also rumored that Ernie + Bert are in the mail on their way down to NYC. Cookie Monster + Big Bird + Oscar look delicious though the Count kind of got the shaft. :)
And from waaaaayyy on the other side of the country, Little Sister Katie mailed me the exact same birthday card (even doctored up the same way too). She also made me a DVD of my most embarassing moments from home videos past (er, Cub Scout Safety Video anyone???). Thanks Shoops!
ps: bonus points for Shoops for using some sticky glitter stuff on the card.
So that's it. Birthday party Saturday. Wear something nice. Recap of that, plus such other slamming adventures as Adult Camp + US Air Guitar Championship + 2 week old World Cup shots (ha!) coming, er, someday (yeah right!).
Syracuse Graduation III: This Time it's Katie's Turn
Hi. So, er, this is so 3 weeks ago (May 13), but Little Sister Katie is all up in my grill about putting a special Little Sister Katie's Gradumacation update on the innernets, so here goes:
Hi (again!). My name is Dennis. You may have heard that I went to Syracuse Univ. (graduated in 1998). You may also know that as soon as I graduated, my brother started as freshman (graduated: 2002). But did you also know that my sister Katie *also* went to Syracuse? She started just as JJ finished... and graduated just a few short weeks ago. I've told this story to a few folks and always get the same two questions:
Q: Why Syracuse? Did your parents go there or something? A: Nope. Way back in Spring 1994, I was trying to decided between going to school at Ithaca or Syracuse (er, both made the final round as they both had good communicatons programs). Most of my friends had already figured out where they were going (MF = Bates, Rob = Coast Guard Academy, Mike.D = Harvard), not sure why I was the last one to figure it out. Anyway, I remember calling Mike.D's house one day, getting his mom on the phone and her asking me about my college plans (to which I had no good answer) and she was like (btw, you need to say this in your best Mike.d's Mom VoiceTM), "Dennis, I know you... you want to go to a big school with lots of people. I think you should go to Syracuse." And so that was pretty much it. Oh, and then while I was at school, Jonathan would come visit and presumably saw what good times were at Syracuse (he also wanted to do the Newhouse / communications thing) and decided to go to SU as well. And while *he* was in school, Katie would come visit, see what good times were to be had and also decided to spend four year Syracuse.
Q: Yeah, but why Syracuse? A: I dunno. In retrospect, I would never send my kids there. It's freezing. It's in the middle of nowhere. There's not even a good ski place nearby. (Actually, maybe I would send my kids there... but certainly not all 3 of them. I wonder if things would be more interesting - ??? - if me + JJ + Katie all went to different schools?)
Anyway, so oh yes, Katie's graduation: a three day event including our family + Gam + Anne + the Doherty's (aunt / uncle / cousins)... and Special Guest 2nd Cousins, The Doyle's (since my 2nd cousin Greg.D was also graduating). Me + J skipped out of work early on Friday (ssh) and made the five hour trek from NYC -> Syracuse juse in time to meet up Mom + Dad + Katie for happy hours @ Chuck's.
... now sorry for this super long intro paragraph, but I also wanted to mention that I've been to Syracuse twice since I graduated, er, 8 years ago (!!) - once for Homecoming 1999 (when that Crazy Girl bit me in the shoulder!!) and again for JJ's graduation (2002). And, since a bunch has changed since then, I broke some of this stuff down like this:
How Syracuse is Different #1: The old Chucks space (aka Hungry Charlie's) = now a Vietnamese restaurant, and the new Chucks moved into the old Sutton Mill (??) space. So, Chucks is now on the street level with big windows and high ceilings. Huh.
How Syracuse Is Different #2: The Regatta (the bar at the Sheraton Hotel, remember?) is now called The Seasons (lame). They took all the crew decor and junked it and made this place a generic, shitty hotel bar. $3 pitches though (for reals!). We took this pic on our Friday afternoon quest to hit all the bars on campus (er, we hit two bars + three pitches before we quit)
Okay, so back to this story. Crowleys + Doherty's (cousins) + Doyle's (2nd cousins) all met up for dinner at some places called Joey's (downtown Syracuse?). Mom told us to dress up all nice, but when we rolled in there the places was packed with frat boys in shorts / sororiety girls in flip flops and their grandma's.
Speaking of grandmas, Gam + Anne made the trek back from Florida for Shoop's big day. Here's Gam.
Me + JJ got Katie a brand new digicam as a pre-graduation gift. (Best Brothers Ever)
After dinner we headed back to campus to hit up Darwins (unchanged, btw, for all the SU kids out there)... though not sure why I don't have any pictures (boring?). Overall, I was a little disappointed at the lack of mayhem going on on Marshall Street considering at the weekend of my graduation we were jumping fences and ducking through windows to sneak past the 100-people deep lines for the bars. Not to mention how we were lighting shit on fire in the streets for JJ's graduation in 02. But this year the bars felt pretty empty. Huh.
Anyway, we called it quits around 2am, gave Greg.D a ride home and were about to call it quits and head back to the hotel... but wait, what is this? After hours on Livingston? Sure we'll come in and hang out with your friends, Greg!
Yeah. So Easter. 10 days ago? Whatever! Got time for a few quick photos?
I had this masterplan of cutting out work of early on Good Friday and catching the 4pm Amtrak back to Boston. I even dragged my super big backpack into work. Fast forward a few hours and between Steve's 30th bday...
... Nathania being in town... (Jackie, why you gotta look all spacey?)
... and Chicken Marsala's bday, I decided to stick around for the night. We started off at White Horse Tavern for Steve's pre-birthday drinks (right around the corner from Magnolia Bakery... where I scored all these cupcakes, btw), then went to Lolita to meet up with some Google folk (Susannah + Sean + Dan.B) and then to Orchard Bar for KM's bday (which was packed with hipsters in headbands) and THEN to Libation (I know, I know).
ps: Libation is the only velvet rope club in the Lower East Side. I would never go there in 100 years, but we told Jackie + Cute Haircut Nat that we'd meet them there after leaving KM's. Looong line full of dudes with their collars popped and girls with the worse Strong Island accents ever. On top of that, cocksucker bouncers wouldn't even let us in...
Bouncer: Sorry, but we're not letting single guys in.
Dens: Yeah, but all our friends are upstairs.
Bouncer: We're not letting single guys in right now.
Dens: Er, they're all girls.
Bouncer: We're not letting single guys in right now.
Randy: Oh, how about if we're together? ("we're" = Dennis + Randy = love)
Bouncer: We're not letting single guys in right now.
Dens: How about we go grab some girls and then you let us in?
Bouncer: We're not letting single guys in right now.
Dens: How about we just wait in line till my friends get my text message and come down to meet us.
Bouncer: We're not letting single guys in right now.
... seriously, what a bunch of monkeys. In my frustration I may have said something along the line "WE ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE IN THIS LINE WHO LIVE WITHIN 10 MILES OF HERE" but even so, it didn't make a difference.
Nat eventually got my text msg and grabbed us outside (me = her finacee for the night?). Worst place ever. (oh, and $10 cover).
ps: To the girls in the VIP room, thank you for sneaking us in and sharing your $200 vodka.
Anyway, so Easter right? My plan was to grab a few drinks, stop by and say a few happy birthdays and then go to bed at like midnight, take a nap and drive to Boston at 8am. We ended up leaving stoopid Libation at 4am (ugh), I was in bed by 4:30 or so, got up at 8 and was in the car by 8:30 (suck it!).
Made the trek from NYC -> Medway in like three hours (record time!), met up with my Dad + Little Sister Katie for some chicken parm sandwiches. Medway House of Pizza was rocking some "Denny" artwork.
Spend the first part of the afternoon driving around with my Dad, sticking "CROWLEY FOR SELECTMAN" signs in people's front yards.
End of the season as Mount Snow and you know what that means? Sink or Skim time!
For those who may have missed last year's adventure, on the last weekend of the season the nice folks at Mount Snow dig this 100 foot ditch in the snow, fill it with filthy pond water and invite people to try to skim across it on their skis or snowboards. $20 buys you one run. If you make it across, you win a free season pass (that's like $600!). If you don't make it across, you fall into the freezing cold water in front of a few hundred people.
I was the only one to give it a try last year. I was actually being super-cocky about it, "guaranteeing victory" to all my friends in NYC. When it was my turn to give it a shot, I came in with a lot of speed, a bit shaky, maybe at an angle... anyway, I fell... about 1/3 of the way in. So anyway, this year Jonathan + Katie + Matt.U + Sara.F (Katie's friend) came up to give it a try.
The problem with last year's Sink or Skim was that it was so cold out - like 30 degrees and half snowing / half raining. The forecast this year suggested that it would be sunny and warm (like 50 degrees!), but, alas, the weather screwed us again.
Mom + Dad (and special guests Mr. and Mrs. Donahue) came up from Medway to check out the scene. Oh, new rule this year = you need to wear a costume. I guess in the past they gave out free season passes to anyone and everyone who made it across the pond, but this time, of all the people who make it across, one winner is picked (apparently based on who has the best costume).
I busted out my Mom's 1992 ski getup (Yeah! Me and J used to fight - like literally brawl - over who'd get to wear this jacket back in the Black Mountain days). Also playing: Sara (the bunny), Jonathan (Dr. Aluminum, dur), Matt (getting his money's worth out of last year's halloween costume) and Little Sister Katie sporting Jonathan's old robot costume (awesome!).
Not shown = my helmet cam! (foreshadowing!)
We got out kind of early and made a bunch of runs - a few down Canyon to get a feel for the approach to the pond. We take this shit seriously! We were reviewing the tapes (er, digicamvideos) from last year the night before trying to see what I did wrong (sketching my speed! Coming in at an angle! Too much weight on my back foot!).
I get shit from people all the time for getting out of the city to go riding every weekend. Especially since a lot of the time there's no snow in the city, it's been warm for weeks and the pics I post of Mount Snow show bare spots all over the place.
But we go up anyway. Every weekend. Because there's always that chance that we'll get hit with that surprise dumping that comes out out nowhere. I mean, the more weekends you're up there, the greater the chance that you'll be there for the surprise dumping, right?
Well, we finally got hit with it last weekend. Saturday night. It actually started snowing pretty good on Saturday night...
... and by the time we got up in the morning, a good 12" had fallen.
Anticipating the Best Day Ever(tm), we were all pretty lame on Saturday night. We went to bed early so we could motivate early the next morning. We pulled into the parking lot Sunday morning @ 7:45am. Lifts open at 8am.
Yeah, yeah, yeah... I am about two weeks behind. I still owe you guys a Beaver Creek 2006 recap (rad, btw) and I have some pics from last weekend in Vermont (where about a foot of fresh dropped and me + Jay fell into a creek).
So, yeah, by the end of this weekend I'll be caught up, I promise.
In the meantime, you prob know that Jonathan has been hard at work creating digi-video content (it's the future!). He just forwarded me some of his latest stuff...
... give a brother some feedback in the comments section.
superbowl weekend part 1: (er, my) first No Data of 2006!
Saturday = No Data. This weekend was was the first weekend I've been in the city pretty much all winter (or at least in 2006). We did it up at Loreley again on Saturday night with 800 of our closest friends.
Me + Randy + Grellan dj'ed again. Randy = best. Me = second best. Grellan = last place. Seriously, how many girls have to come up to me and say "Um, when is your friend's set over?" before we do something about this problem?
ps: K2 was not one of those girls.
We started late. Around 11pm. It got crowded around midnight. I have a few more of these pics.
G-Unit ski trip @ stratton (+ bonus 2 days @ mount snow)
Okay, this is going to be a long one. Two days at Stratton for the G Skip Trip (East Coast version) and then another 2 days at Mount Snow. Ready?
The story (we'll call it Part 1) starts Wednesday night. Not wanting to deal with the whole catch-the-bus–at-5am drama, Team Lunch Club (er, 9 of us from G) decided to head up Wednesday after work and crash at my parent's house at Mount Snow. Five hours later (thank you Cross County Parkway + place with "Best Pizza in CT 2004") and we got to VT to find...
... that it had been dumping for the past day or so! We didn't really get anything in NYC, but there was agood 8-12 inches in Vermont.
We shoveled ourselves up the stairs, grabbed some of the finest light beers VT has to offer and then spent some quality time with Guitar Hero. (Sean.O = reigning champ)
Got up pretty early on Thursday morning with our goal being to beat the army of buses that were leaving from NYC, get to Stratton by 9:30 or so and be on the lift by 10am. We got out a little later than expected, grabbed some breakfast bagels down the street (delicious, btw) and made the 25 min trek from Mount Snow to Stratton...
... and, yes, were on the lift by 10am. Pow!
Hold on for a second, because it's worth noting how amazing the ski trip setup was. When we arrived, there were tables set up for us to check our bags, tables set up for us to check-in to our hotel and tables for us to pick our little packets of G* Goodness... a free lift ticket and three meal vouchers!
another weekend in vermont (aka Coldest Weekend Ever)
You know, I haven't spent one weekend in NYC so far in 2006 as I've been running away to VT every weekend. No exception over MLK wkd (even though I had the feeling crap weather would make for a shitty weekend). I mean, look at the weekend forecast...
... super warm all week in NYC (snow melts), rainy on Saturday (well, rainy days = good days cause at least it's soft), but then a cold Saturday night (and everything freezes over). The thing is, there is always that *hope* of a snowstorm - this time maybe on Sunday night.
So me + JJ + Will + Matt packed up and headed up. (I mean the last thing you want is to be sitting around in NYC on Monday after hearing that Mount Snow got dumped with 12" inches on Sunday night, right?)
So, Saturday = rainy. No surprise there. Me + Katie made it out late (damn you, "Close Encounters of the Third Kind"!) and by the time we did make it out, the mountain was in sorry sorry shape (think: more April than January).
In some places, the base had totally eroded exposing ponds and streams (read: good for jumpin' over).
Will + Matt cowboy'ed up (again) with another round of pads... not only are they both sporting the hockey pads (which are rad, btw - I got a pair too), but they're now rocking the shin guards as well (shin guards = for when you biff when attempting radical maneuvers in Rail City).
Soft snow = slow, but good for hucking yourself off stuff. Jay and Will going all recekless SSX style. [video, 4.5mb]
Yes, another weekend in Vermont. Heading up = a tough call seeing that there was apparently a slamming No Data on Saturday (pics!), but since it snowed All Week Long, me + J + Jackie + Matt + Will took off on Thursday Friday night, to get a few days in.
Saturday = almost perfect weather. I took this over on the North Face of Mount Snow.
We even had a dusting on Saturday night (3 inches maybe?).
Most of us are rolling with season passes, but Jackie got sucked into the $73/day deal. $73? For real? American Ski Company can go fuck itself. Even Vail ($81) Squaw Valley ($65) is cheaper.
We did New Years up in Vermont for the 2nd year in a row (sorry, no pics from 2004/05 - teendrama sucks!). You know, New Years in VT is so much better than dealing with New Years in NYC, Boston, etc. You see, up in Vermont you're kind of just stuck there - there's no better parties to go to, no $100 bar covers, etc... just a bunch of random people and 800 beers. And if you can't make good times out of that, it's pretty much your own fault.
So anyway, we had a good crew up there this year - 13 people total? This pic is actually from, er, our *last* day riding (sorry, Rob + friends for not making the cut).
I journeyed up on Tuesday night (right after Christmas) and met up with J and Katie and Will and Matt.
Holiday week = holiday lines. And this is about as bad I've ever seen it. (read: singles line!)
Okay, let's start with Wednesday - I skiied a half day with Katie in the pouring rain. Chairlift up = almost zero visibility.
Hi again! So it's Christmas. Actually, it's after Christmas and I'm at work, er, working from home, er, okay I'm up in Vermont (but not skiing today cause it's raining, so I have all the time in the world on this fine morning to update the teendrama.)
So Christmas. My employeer was nice enough to give us Friday off, so I packed up the truck and headed home late Thursday night with Bee and her bicycle-messenger brother (we left late as to avoid the crazy last-day-of-the-transit-strike traffic).
Friday = all day shopping marathon. Saturday = half-day shopping marathon. Saturday afternoon = Christmas Eve.
Christmas Eve. Family comes over around 4:30 and then we leave for church at like 5pm (for the 5:30 mass - gotta get there early to get a seat!). JJ + Katie + me left a few mins later so we could execute "Operation: Raindeer Made Out Of Xmas Lights" (which I was surprised to learn my dad spent all day constructing in the basement - go Big Dig!)
Jonathan said my Dad's only instructions where (a) put them where Mom will see them when she drives up the driveway, and (b) don't make them look like they're humping each other (sorry, Dad).
We threw some $20 in the air for that classy Champagne Room effect.
The Crowley Family @ church. Katie, gang signs aren't for church!
... or are they? I found this pic hanging in the chuch hallway that leads out to the parking lot. Middle School Youth Group Harbor Trip REPREZZZZZENT!
Skipped out on all the holiday party goodness in NYC this weekend to check out the 12" of new snow that fell up in Vermont. Me + JJ + Will McGriddle + Matt.U + Christian in the Meat Rover (a term I hope to never use again, btw). Little Sister Katie + Sarah + Greg.B + Brent + Matt Hannan met us up there. 10 people = full house.
Saturday = excellent conditions, though super super crowded. First big storm of the season fell on the same day as "Kids Pay Their Age Day!" which means the lines were long and the trails were packed with lots of kids in helmets zipping around. Mt. Snow was pretty unprepared for the crowds - only a few lifts open in the morning (hence the lines) and we found that they ran out of food (!!) when we went in for lunch in Summit Lodge.
With the lines nice and long, we rode as singles most of the day (read: the singles line moves faster than waiting in line to get 4 friends on a chair together). Most of the time you end up riding with Two Bratty Kids and a Dad or Three Middle School Kids Who Just Learned How to Curse, but every now and then you get Super Cute Girl Who Is Skiing Alone Today.
Will McG and Co. won the single line lottery and ended up riding up with S.C.G.W.I.S.A.T. a few chairs after I did. I think our apres ski sales pitch may have been a little too heavy. Rumored to be overheard:
Chair #74: "I'm going to ask you out when we hit Pole #12. (... silence ... ) So, want to make out?"
Her: "Wait, are you guys with the kid who works at Google?"
Apres ski, with Bruce Jacques (tip: pronounced "Jacks") on the mic again. I think we almost have his schtick memorized: Madonna to a s Sweet Child of Mine to a Sweet Caroline, etc. Every. Single. Weekend. (is this really any better than the Snow Barn?)
You may remember from last time what happened when we combined One Full Day of Skiing + 3 Tallboys. No such madness this time, though it's worth noting that Sarah was the first of the season to break the Four Tallboys barrier.
Apres-apres ski was reserved for christening the halfpipe.
six day thanksgiving adventure (+ first day of the season @ mount snow)
Six days worth of Thanksgiving pics. You ready for this? I think there's like 60 of them? (Longest. Teendrama. Entry. Ever?)
Start on Tuesday night where after a quick stop at Andy Krucoff's See You In Four Weeks When You Get Back From Israel party @ Lolita, me + JJ + special Thanksgiving guest British Jess started the trek back to Medway (oh, don't forget Jon Marcel and his pal, English Jess, who won the Free Ride Home raffle). We got home around 1am.
Wednesday afternoon = uneventful. Ran around doing Thanks.g errands - bought some scratch tickets, got my headlight fixed, and saw Harry Potter (all 5 hours of it) with my sister.
Wednesday night = Medway reunion at Sabina Doyle's Mickey Cassidy's. As legend has it, every year, the one townie bar in my cow-tipping small hometown of Medway, MA is packed wall to wall the night before Thanks.g with pretty much everyone you knew growing up.
Me + MF + Rob dined on fine chicken parm subs at Papa Gino's before heading on over to brave the crowds. We picked up Mike.D and his girlfriend Jocelyn on the way.
ps: not a typo.
Regardless of what the digi has to say, I can assure you that Lt. Rob is NOT losing his hair.
Rob laying the groundwork with the British Kitten. (let it be known that he's no MF when it comes to macking on Thanks.g. guests). By the way, that's a lot of beers.
Four days of Halloween is a little much, no? See, that's the problem with these Monday holidays. I'm looking forward to taking tonight off.
(Costumes? Oh, we'll get to that.)
Start on Friday with Youngna's 23rd birthday @ Dove (happy bday, yp!). Friday = too early to be wearing costumes so I went as a Johnny Red Sweater. Actually, no one was really dressed up except for The Happy Corp kids - Doug rolled into Dove in this giant domino suit... and 4 hours later (by the time we were all at the Magician) Matt rolls in wearing, er, another giant domino costume (hence the "Die domino die!" dodgeball message for anyone left confused).
Anyway, late night + Youngna's birthday + Youngna really crunked + Youngna's super tiny frame + giant domino costume = Youngna toppled over, on the floor, wearing this stoopid suit and unable to get up turtle-on-its-back style. Hahahahahahaha.
I don't know anything about football. I mean, I know enough to root for the Pats and understand what's going on, but I don't track stats or play fantasy football or chat it up with people about the best defensive tackle in the AFC blah blah blah. Off the top of my head, I couldn't name 10 non-QB players in the NFL.
But I am in this football pool with Alex, my Dad, Jonathan, and like 50 other people. It's a weekly pick-em thing - whoever pics the most per week wins. Whoever has the most correct picks at the end of the season wins like $500 bucks.
Jonathan and especially my Dad labor over these pics every week. I don't know any better, so I just pick them at random. In last year's pool I tried tricking my friends into making pics for me ("What do you like more: pork chops or applesauce?" where "pork chops" = home team and "applesauce" = away team). I don't know how the line / spread / whatever gets set for games, but it seems like those people know what they're doing. And if you're in a pool where you have to beat the spread, the odds are like 50/50, right?
Anyway, this year, I simplified the process and whipped up a webpage that makes random pics for me. Every Friday I hit this page and then just copy and paste the picks into the Sportsline pool and that's it.
I was telling my Dad about this and he was like "You're just wasting your money!" (meaning the $50 I paid to get into the pool), but I think I beat him like 3 of the last 4 weeks.
I tied for third place for this week and, after 5 weeks, I'm tied for 3rd place overall. Pow!
Walked into Ace Bar last night for Will Mc'D's bday and was welcomed by two new skeeball machines!
Me + JJ faced off in a battle to the death.
Jay's at-least-one-warm-up-game advantage had me struggling to keep up.
I was down by 40 points with one ball left, and on my final roll...
... aw-shit!, hit the 40-hole to tie it up!
We settled the tie in round 2 when I won by 20 and declared myself Intergalactic Skeeball Champion of the East Village.
ps: rumor has it, JJ scored a 420 (an Ace Bar all-time high score?) earlier in the night.
ps2: Don't tell anyone, but Kim.G has Tiffany's "I Think We're Alone Now" on her iPod.
ps3: (added 10/13) this dude jonathan emailed me to tell me he scored a 540 on the Ace Bar skeeball setup (and on the same night we were there, strangely). I called bullshit... then he sent me this photo - a legend!
ps4: (added 10/14) Okay, it's on. Me + my crew vs. Skeeball Jon (see above) and his crew. Not sure when, but it's going to be nasty.
last weekend of the summer? (aka: buckets of fun @ the cape cod flea market)
Last weekend of the summer. I had all these elaborate plans to haul a bunch of kids up to Vermont, but things started falling apart one person at the time (and Big Red 2.0 is all f'ed up - more on that later). On the Thursday before the weekend started we called the Vermont Labor Day Fieldtrip a bust - planning on just sucking it up and staying in the city instead.
Late Friday afternoon, JJ told me of his secret plans to escape the city on the Amtrak and head to the cape to hang out with Mom and Dad. I decided last minute to tag along (last minute = 10 mins before he left for Penn Station).
We caught the 7:30p train out of the city. The plan was to get off at Providence where Mom and Dad had left a car for us and then we'd drive the extra hour-and-a-half to the cape. The train ride was almost uneventful. We had baby Jaia tio play with most of the ride (we sat in one of those four-seats-facing-each-other setups... the train was *packed*) and the conductor scolded me ("Don't do that!") when I placed the ticket in my mouth so I could grab my cellphone. Stoopid.
Fast forward four hours later. We're in the Providence train station. We locate Jay's jeep (which Mom and Dad stashed in the garage for us). Problem is: it's full of shit from our garage. Like chock full of shit. As in: nowhere for a 3rd person to sit.
See, our house at home is full of old crap. The garage is packed, the loft is packed, grandma's room is packed. With old stuff that really should just be thrown out, but forrrreeeeever my Dad has had this master plan that he is going to make a fortune by selling all this old stuff. At a yard sale. And that is how the garage (and the rest of the house) is magically going to clean itself out. And that yard sale is going to be this weekend. And it's going to be awesome. I didn't really realize this when I signed up for the weekend trip, but whatever.
So, anyway, here we are in the parking lot with the jeep stuffed with crap. We did our best to re-org, making just enough room of the three of us to squeeze in.
The biggest offender was this dusty old sled (which I was *sure* was one of my Mom's prized garage possessions). Jonathan took it for a test drive down the parking lot steps to determine whether it was worth keeping. [video, 9.5mb]
(And, yes Mom and Dad, that's how the handle broke. Sorry.)
happy 21st birthday, Little Sister Katie (aka Las Vegas Family Vacation 2005)
Guess who turned 21 last week? Yup, Little Sister Katie!
Back in the day (er, the Jupiter days for me) we used to take Crowley Family Vacations(tm) to Las Vegas. I was 24 I guess, Jonathan was probably just 21, meaning Katie was 17 or so - which is no fun in Las Vegas (especially when you need to be 21 to gamble). So about 5 years ago (last time we were in Vegas) my Dad promised Katie that when she finally turned 21 we'd all head back out to Vegas for her birthday.
Sunday. I actually was up in VT for the first part of the weekend. I woke up at 5am on Sunday morning and drove from VT to Boston to meet my parents at Logan Airport. By the way, when I say "Crowley Family Vacation", I mean Crowley Extended Family Vacation - I'm talking me + Jonathan + Katie + Mom + Dad + Gam + Anne + Auntie Jean + Uncle Neil + Cousin Michelle + Cousin Paul + Erin.
We flew America West (I know, I know... as Ms. Karen Marsala said, "America West? Who flies America West!?). Stoopid ghetto terminal didn't even have a bathroom!
Okay, so I left VT at 5am. Airport by 7:30am. Flight it at 10:30am. I dunno why we always need to get there so early. Grellan hit Katie up with an early birthday present - an autographed copy of the craps book that fucked us at Mohegan Sun the last few weekends. Enjoy!
I'm off to SF today. Just for a few days. I'm speaking on a panel at Where 2.0. If you're out in SF and want to grab a drink, drop me an email.
I'm coming back to NYC on Friday, but then to Vermont for the weekend and then off to Vegas for a week for Little Sister Katie's birthday. THEN, back to Boston on Thursday (7/7) for MF's birthday and Katie McKiernan's wedding on Friday. Whew. (I'll be back in NYC on Monday July 11.)
In the meantime, see orangeride.com (Jonathan's site) for some recommended summer reading.
First up, a B-List pool party. (glad I didn't hike up his five floor walk-up for this, btw)
Me + J + Katie packed up and went back home for the weekend as Cousin Michelle was turning 30 on Sunday (read: free dinner!). Jay also had to move his futon home (which we crammed into Big Red 2.0) so we ended up taking two cars (Katie rode shotgun with me).
Some of Rt. 95 text message chatter.
J: Let me catch up.
J: Enable missles.
D: Yoga flame!
J: Eat my dust 2A (Jonathan catching up and passing me)
J: Cute girl left
D: Turbo boost (me, catching up to see cute girl)
J: Nitro (J's jeep takes the lead)
D: Lasers (cue high beams)
J: Rear deflector shield (cue flashing tail lights)
Hmm. No pics of Saturday's journey to the mall (Operation: Get a New Car Stereo = unsuccessful), open house (too big), ice cream fieldtrip (black and white shake), driving range golf-off (I came in 2nd), or trek into Boston (no sneakers allowed), so let's just fast forward to Sunday afternoon.
Dinner at 5:30 in Taunton. I took my car, Jonathan went with Mom @ Dad.
Memorial Day Weekend 2005. So, me + Dianne + Grellan + Andy set off Friday night to spend a weekend up in Vermont. We werenever able to get our shit together enough for a Montauk beach house (sniffle) and nothing was really going on in NYC, so we figured we'd spend the weekend just lounging around, maybe hike the mountain (Mt. Snow), whatever. As long as we were getting out of the city, right?
So we left around 8pm. Made the obligatory stop at Exit 40 (read: Wendy's) and then decided why not just go to Foxwoods?
So we did. Kind of. We went to Mohegan Sun instead. Rolled in around 11pm, valet parked and hit the craps tables. By the time we left at 1am, Grellan had learned how to play craps (and was up $40), Dianne lost her slot machine virginity (and was down $20), Krucoff was up $150 from one lucky pull at the slots and I was up about $240 thanks to the Spanish-speaking woman who stood next to me at the craps table rolling hard eights for 20 mins straight. (the the record, Grellan and I held the dice for about 180 secondstotal).
ps #1: Def Leppard and Tesla on June 27th.
ps #2: Cinderella + Quiet Riot + Firehouse on July 21st.
(btw, Mohegan Sun pit stop = the new Exit 40. Just wait till ski season kicks off again)
$240 up and about 1.5 hours out of our way. Next stop Vermont.
We rolled into Vermont around 3:30am to find the place a little cold and with NO RUNNING WATER. That means no sink, no showers, no flushing. Mom and Dad just put a new washer and dryer in there so I figured maybe the water never got turned back on. We all went to bed thinking we'd just deal with it in the morning.
It's been no secret that my Mac hates me. Actually, every Apple product I own (except for my iShuffle hates me). Alex (official troubleshooter for all my Mac woes) swears it's "user error", but when Apple Mail won't undo deleted messages, randomly loses messages and tells me I have only sent 8 messages in the last three months then something else is wrong. My AirTunes (wireless iTunes thing) often just starts blanking out in the middle of songs and my iPod gets about 40 mins worth of battery life before needing a recharge.
Then, I saw this on my brother's website today - his Powerbook hinge just broke off, rendering his laptop unusable unless the screen is propped up against a wall or something. Apple wants him to pay $900 to get it fixed.
I've had similar shitty experiences at the Apple Store. When I rolled in with my 40-minute-iPod they told me I could pay them 60 bucks to buy Apple Care so I could leave it over night so they could test it. No thanks. (Better story: when a DVD got stuck in my PowerBook, and my modem stopped working, and my screen was flickering and my USB port broke and my speakers stopped working, I brought the thing over to the Apple Store and because I had Apple Care they fixed it in a mere 5 weeks!)
Anyway, I was chatting with my friend PW about this stuff this morning. When I showed her the pics of Jonathan's screen she was like, 'It's covered in dust! He probably doesn't even take care of it!" "Ah whatever," I thought as I ended my IM session and double checked my iPod battery (which I had charged yesterday) before I went for a run. Half full.
"Half full" apparently last 12 minutes. By the time I got to the FDR, the battery was done. I managed to get it to start up again after about 5 mins of no music, but then it gave me the stoopid "Repairing Disc" icon. And after that I got the "Question Mark Folder" icon.
Apple hates me. And my brother. And the whole Crowley Family.
We picked up an iMac for my parents over Easter. Their Windows ME machine they've had for a few years was too messed up from spyware to use or even fix. My Dad wasn't too happy as the Mac was more expensive than a PC, but I wanted to get my Mom (who just got a new digicam) up on iPhoto and Flickr. I also picked up a new printer for them.
Between the two of them, all my Mom and Dad want to do is check AOL, email photos and print fantasy baseball stats. AOL works fine, iPhoto doesn't recognize AOL as a mail client so they can't easily send photos (what the fuck!), and the printer stopped working the day I left (every print job gets stuck in the queue and then gets deleted). My dad calls me every day asking me to troubleshoot it remotely (which I have no idea how to do). I can fix most of this stuff when I get home for Mother's Day, but come'on!
Er, this one is my fault though. I was out w/ Marc.J and Katie.D one night and took a digger over a parked bicycle (don't ask), fell into the street as my shoulder bag (er, carrying my laptop) broke my fall.
Busted scree. $1600 to fix says Apple (understandable, it's my fault). So I bought a new one. What else am I going to do? Buy a stoopid Windows machine? (the end)
To all the suckers, that bailed on the last weekend in VT, you missed out. 59 degrees on Saturday, 65 on Sunday - two of the best days I've ever had on snow.
Me + Jonathan + British Jess journeyed up late Friday night to close the mountain down. Here, a preview of our second-to-last-day from the deck.
"Spring" conditions. Rocks, grass and lots of other things to jump over. This run right under the lift was actually closed down long ago. Surprisingly, the rest of the trails were pretty well covered. A little slush here and there, super soft moguls and little ponds showing up near the lifts.
(Stay tuned for JJ's pics - I traded him exclusive rights to this weekend's motherload of pics and videos for an ice cream sandwich).
Saturday morning. What's this? A gift from the spring skiing Easter Bunny? What could it be?
Well, Jonathan and I successfull survied the SuperBowl. After crashing with some dude I met on Craigslist, dealing with the city of Jacksonville and d-bag Eagles fans (sorry) AND surviving the trifecta of the no cabs / no shuttle bus scenario, the drive back to Oralndo and sleeping on the floor of the airport, we rolled back into NYC Monday morning.
I know JJ is hard at work at putting together a solid recap, so for now you're stuck with the pics from my camera phone. Take a look.
10:30p Meet Jill + Steve + Lauren + Mel + Beth + Adam + Kim + Joe at Odea (Broome & Lafayette) for Vicky (and Ashley's?) birthday party. Sip $7 Amstel bottles in a private bungalo, and strategize on how to marry the waitress.
12:05a Take a cab to Rothko (Rivington & Stanton) and meet up with Kristen and Battjer (welcome back!) to check our Grant's brand Fiasco.
1:30a Grab One-More-Drink(tm) with Jill and Steve at Barraumndi (Clinton btw. Stanton & Rivington). Wait in line for a bathroom that three girls have locked themselves in.
2:00a Say my goodbyes and head back home to 125.... only to get a dodgeball message as I turn the corner telling me that Little Brother Jonathan is 3 blocks north.
2:05a Meet up with Jay + Will + Mike, two random girls, some birthday-girl stripper and her bodyguard at 3B (3rd Street & Ave B).
And, while we're on the topic of getting crunked, let me introduce you to something I like to call Thursday Night Bottle Service(tm).
Last week (1/13), after an innocent round of drinks at Baramundi, me + Andy + Randy + Grellan journed to Epstein's (the brand new, always-empty bar on Stanton and Allen). We were greeted by this sign...
$99 for a bottle one Ketel One and three carafes of mixers! Of course we'll take it?
1. Back in 2002 my grandmother sent me an email that said "Your website sucks". So the new design is my brand-new attempt to make her a little happier and to keep the updates a little more consistent.
2. NO DATA dj night this Wednesday (12/15) @ 12" (Houston & Essex, 10p). Put it on your iCal - half NO DATA, half dodgeball Christmas party (can I say that?), featuring a french documentary filmmaker who's doing a story on dball. Wear your bestest "bad office party" attire.
4. No, Jonathan's pic won't be up there forever. It'll rotate someday, auto-swapping new photos in. It'll be cool.
5. Special shoutout to Grellan for recoving my lost cell phone. Quick vesion of the story: Lose my phone in a cab on our way to Grammercy Park hotel Saturday night; we call the phone and get the cab driver who's on his way to Astoria; we make plans to meet up w/ the cabbie later but he gets in a car wreck (no joke); since he only has Grellan's number, Grellan finally gets in touch with him late Sunday and makes the recovery. I was like a Christmas miracle. Well done, Grellan.
6. Verizon sucks. $285 phone bill. One month. I swear, they will go out of their way to fuck you in any way possible.