MyNewJersey

My apologies for not having blogged in approximately a week. I took a mini vacation this past weekend and spent five days sunning myself on the sandy beaches of the Jersey Shore by day and drinking my fill at a menagerie of watering holes. All in all, I had a great weekend. Had a guest for the weekend, Work Michelle, who did wonderfully and was a hassle-free guest. Got to see Melissa, in from Boston (move here for the summer, will you??) and met my sister's new BOYFriend (red heads are the new black, apparently).

Hats off to Dana and Joe, the couple who, by self-declaration, "can't stop celebrating their wedding." Their party was the best of the summer, cementing the years old addage of "Everything happens in July." Another highlight was rocking out in Kevin's basement (nothing says high school like drinking Natty Lights in a Shark River basement while your friends play guitar) and renegging on my promise not to rap Vanilla Ice again. I just keep getting better each time. I can't help it if the masses love my lyrical slinging. Sunday night was the only night we paid for beer, heading out to 507 which has, unfortunately, been found by the bennys. I sat in a huff on the bench outside saying rather loudly, "Don't you get to cut the line if you like, went to high school in this town?" Glad there were friends inside because I would have left and missed the sleeper hit of the weekend. When you expect little there's always room to blow you away. It was also my third night of the weekend seeing Pat Roddy, and I think that qualifies me as a groupie. Perhaps also a qualifier is that I showed my tits at the back bar of 507 Sunday night.

Shoulda been there.