The backlog

Oh, have I been slacking lately. I wish to apologize to both readers and non-readers alike, as though there have been an assortment of pictures taken recently they have not been coupled with hilarious comments written by yours truly, as you have undoubtedly come to expect with this site. With this in mind — and also because I have a bunch of reading to do and essays to write, so I’m looking for any reason to procrastinate — I have decided to right these wrongs, and give you the hilarious comments you’ve been clamoring for.

As a special bonus, I have not one, not three, but TWO sets of photographs for you to marvel at today. Already I can feel the excitement covering you like so much sweet syrup. Already I can feel you quivering in anticipation. Friends, this is the day you have been waiting for.

CAROLINE’S BIRTHDAY PARTY AND CAROLINE’S BIRTHDAY PARTY 2: THE ISLAND OF LOST DREAMS

For some reason, Caroline Gaston turned 20. For some reason, she had a party. For some reason, she had ANOTHER party the very next day. For some reason, I’m prefixed every sentence in this paragraph with the phrase “For some reason.” For some reason.

The first party was held at Caroline’s charming apartment, where we played board games as I wrestled with the fact that I was the only male there for a large portion of the evening. Did stuff happen? You better believe that stuff happened. Stuff like:

• Cake! (The person holding the cake is, of course, James, Caroline’s lobster.)
• Sharp knives! And glee! Together at last!
• Sleeping! And pictures of sleeping!
• The end to that whole straight-edge thing! That popeye is a terrible influence.

Night TWO saw the always delightful combonation of pizza and bowling, as we headed to some sort of mall somewhere and had a wonderful time. Here are some more bullet points because they are so much easier than writing paragraphs:

• Hats! Mary Kate and Ashley Olson hats, for that matter. I didn’t even know they made those.
• A LUNAR ECLIPSE!!! (Or maybe I accidentally put my thumb over the lense again. Either/or.)
• The peace sign, Kristine’s trademark gesture.
• Then they turned out the lights and everyone started to dance and my whole world went topsy turvy.

All in all, a successful birthday for one and all. And by “one and all” I clearly mean Caroline, as it was no one else’s birthday except for some guys from Good Charlotte or something and I’m pretty sure THEY didn’t go bowling and if they DID I bet it was overplayed, obvious and trite bowling. So there.

The rest of the pictures can be viewed by clicking here.

ST. PATRICK’S DAY 2004: PLOWED, PLASTERED, HAMMERED, et al.

The next group of pictures mostly covers our adventures on St. Patrick’s Day. We decided to mix things up a little this year, on the most holy of holy days, as we devoted the day to drinking. And also, drinking. And then, a little bit more drinking.

But before that, there was a shiny happy somewhat confusing and a little bit weird looking night on the town. We saw noted Halifax-rockstars and lovers-of-letters pdq in the Ward Room, before heading off to see The Oxford Street Jam at The Planet.

To clarify something, there was no trip to McDonalds that night. Nor was there any conversation at said McDonalds regarding certain undecent acts and the history of them with regards to certain people. Also, I have no idea who these girls are and how they got onto my camera. I suspect witchcraft.

On to the big event! St. Patrick’s Day. Oh, how we had waited for it. The highlights:

• Kristine drinks Guinness! And she finished the WHOLE glass. Really. Honestly. Okay, not at all. But still.
• There’s no shaving on St. Patrick’s Day!
• Does my camera have a bright flash or what? You’ll notice there are a lot of pictures like this. They’ve been blinded by the light. Wrapped up like a deuce, another runner in the night.
• There was beer and stuff.
• Oh, hey Kate. Kate was in Mike, Kendall and Kristine’s frosh group. For reference’s sake, here she is at frosh week. Oh, it’s amazing what a year of King’s can do to a person, isn’t it?
• And, um, yeah. Ladies and Gentlemen: Kate.
• I have to say, it’s rare to find a picture where I just look as utterly disgusted as I do in this one. Don’t worry, Christina, I’m sure it wasn’t anything you said!
• Oh yeah, there was a band too. Local group “Colin & Ross” who were joined by some guy named Ben on this occasion. I don’t know who Ben is. Nor did I really hear anything the band played. But I’m sure they were great!
• I always know that the night has been a successful one when I take home a picture of Brendan. And on this occasion, I got TWO.
• All in all, it was the Best St. Patrick’s Day ever.

You can view the rest of these pictures (And it is rather a large set) by clicking here.

I’m aware that this entry is so long it just may cave in on itself thus causing total protonic reversal and rendering the universe obsolete. Or something. So I’m just going to give some props to my guys Neils Bohr and Denver, The Last Dinosaur, and wish you all a wonderful week.

I will return.

Matt