I watched the video footage I took in Boston tonight with my parents. I learned that my dad doesn't know what Guinness is, which was very strange for me. This harkens back to last Friday which was St. Patrick's day. The Guinness started flowing at 8am at this pub called the Black Rose. Linnea, Eb and I noted this the night before with amusement and sat down to watch both Y Tu Mama Tambien and Thirteen back to back (scary evening). After watching both of these movies and talking for a really long time we noticed the sun was coming, so we decided to head down the Black Rose since not only could we get beer, we discovered that The Drop Kick Murphy's were playing for free there as well. We left the house at about 5:20am and stood outside inline waiting to get into the pub for almost two hours. None of us have ever been that cold before. We stopped feeling parts of our bodies. Right before 8am we found out that they were only letting 50 more people in, and we were at about 80. We waited for almost 15 more minutes, Eb went up and asked how many more people were getting in and then we made a decision to leave. It felt weird running with my legs as frozen stiff as they were. It was quite the experience. We didn't feel warm for the rest of the time we were there. The coldest cold ever. We slept all day and spent the evening playing Settlers and Catan.
You missed the Guinness flowing at my house.
Posted by: jkrue at March 23, 2006 10:11 AMit's like if jkrue posts, i have to post. we're really the SAME PERSON!
in other news, i continnue to freak myself out.
and for the record, i HATE being that cold. it's wonderful when you're with people and you can tell the story later, but yowzers! cold is cold! i'm glad you survived bostonia.
Posted by: bob at March 23, 2006 04:35 PM