Deirdre and Amy get close...maybe to get a cheap oobie feel?
The T! We took the green one though...
New Year's Eve at Tudor Manor!
Deirdre, Kristin, Amy, and Will
New Year's Eve 2001
Here's the story that will go down in history...On December 30,  Deirdre, Amy, and Kristin braved a HUGE snowstorm (oh wait, it rained) and cruised in the Jetta up to Tudor Manor just outside of Boston. Little did they know what would happen to them over the course of the next few days. In summary, Will wore a mullet, took a 38 oz. piss, drank a lot of alcohol, and passed out. Deirdre was able to hold her liquor much better than her man and while he was passed out, went around with the other girls proudly displaying her UConn oobies. After a while Amy got cut off because we all know how well she holds her liquor, but she would insist that she was only getting up to get WATER and somehow end up with yet another CiderJack in her hand...needless to say Amy slept with a bucket that night. Kristin was doing okay until sketchy boy began stalking her and she had to lock herself in the back room with puking Amy, passed out Will, and exhausted Deirdre. All in all it was a kick ass weekend and there will be many more New Year celebrations at Tudor Manor to come.
Familiar images from our time in Boston:
Copley Square
Will actually went out in
public like this...		 Deirdre's beverage of choice
Will had a little too much of this...
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New Year's with Tudor?
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INTERCESSION 2001
JANUARY 11 - JANUARY 21
Intercession was a wild and crazy experience for everyone...there were more stories written at the Best Western of Willimantic than you could ever imagine (and for one of those stories, you're gonna have to imagine, because for Jen Barcellona's sake, we won't mention it- but we might put up photos.) Don't worry there are plenty of other things to laugh about. None so funny though. Jen you are my hero...
This corner is dedicated to Jen
Adventures in Wal-Mart
We all know how dull intercession can be at night, so a sporadic field trip is much needed. Wal-Mart seemed to be the only damn place that was actually open after 8 at night. So every few nights we all piled into the Jetta (I think a lot of you still owe me gas money because I definitely drained a small middle-eastern country those two weeks) and drove down Rt. 6 to the ghetto Wal-Mart. The first trip's mission: to find sources of entertainment. What everybody failed to realize is the fact that Will is a source of entertainment himself. We drove there during a snowstorm and the roads were quite slick...Will still insisted that we do donuts in the parking lot. You can pick my nose but you can't convince me to do that...but anyways, we get to Wal-Mart and just inside the automatic doors is a motorized cart. Everyone walks past it without a second thought, like most people would, except for Will. Bringing up the rear, he rides in on the cart, leaned over the handlebars like he's going mach ten...needless to say Deirdre, Jen, Boney, and I run to the nearest aisle to hide and pretend we don't know Will. So after the sales associates yelled at him, Will then proceeded to find a scooter to ride around the store, but this time he didn't stop when they yelled at him.
The next trip to Wal-Mart was just the girls...we scoured the grocery section while discussing the lack of ass going on back at the hotel. Deirdre was giving out advice since she was the only one getting good ass. Well, a kindly lady was stocking shelves and managed to be around every corner when we were talking about something sexual...I think she was following us around after she first heard our dirty conversation, but who knows. After picking up a few items (Deirdre had fifteen family size boxes of Reese's Puffs and Jen had whips and handcuffs-I mean whipped cream) we left and returned to the hotel to where we usually spent our chillin time: Boney's room. I know many people spent the majority of their time in this room, watching TV and vegging out...by the way, thanks for putting up with us. Occaisionally we would drift into Ernest and Jelly's room...Ernest was doing some so so def beat boxes for us and Jelly was usually half-dressed.  Once the VCR landed in Jen and D's room we would spend time there too, playing heated games of electronic darts- Deirdre we need a rematch, you're going down you fucking ho- or eating. Deirdre usually had her head stuck in a box of Reese's Puffs, while I preferred to pour them on the floor. I guess that was the basic idea of our intercession...of course there were the times in the hot tub, McDonald's, ghetto dance parties in the hallway, Angellino's, Big Y, and oh yeah, track practice! But who was really there for that anyways?