Busy Weekend and My Legs Hurt

You know you have a busy weekend when your legs are sore for days afterwards. It hurt to drive. Combat boots probably weren’t the best idea for walking.

A few weeks ago, I met my friends for dinner at Winberie’s. It was pretty typical for us to end up in Princeton considering we all sort of grew up there. It’s a cool town to visit with great bars and restaurants.

Going out with people you went to school is interesting. They knew you at some of your roughest times (i.e. bad haircuts, dating choices, etc) Now you get together to talk about life’s current woes (i.e. bad haircuts, taxes, work, dating choices).

The jokes and conversations are the same, but with an extended vocabulary.

“We’re co-pimps.”

“Every guy has pooped a little.”

I can’t tell you how much I laughed. It was complete nonsense. We hit three bars and I was in bed by 1 AM.

The next day, I went to Seaside Heights. Despite living in NJ for most of my life, I had never been there. After prom, while all the cool kids went to Seaside to get wasted and get their belly buttons pierced, I went with a close group of friends to a beach house in LBI…to get wasted.

Because it was the middle of March, the town was empty. After Sandy and all the crappy weather, the roads were all torn up. Navigating through town required a lot of detours. Luckily, we were able to get to the park area where we saw this guy.

The park attendants told us that the fishermen love to feed the foxes. This little one was fairly tame, walking over anytime a car door opened. I would’ve done the same if it meant free food.

 

I haven’t been to the beach in years and subsequently forgot how hard it was to walk in sand. You feel silly traipsing through sand while trying to maintain your dignity.

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It was a gloomy day but it was sort of perfect for beach wandering.

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The park is separated by numbered areas. Each spot has a small parking lot and path leading to the beach. The closer you are to the entrance, the clearer the path.

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The creepier paths started around Area 11- the kind of place where you have a great day at the beach and are then murdered in the swamp.

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We finally reached our destination. Judges Shack was equally creepy in all of it’s fenced off glory. The majority of the structure was intact but sat on it’s own, facing away from the water.

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On Sunday, we drove into the city to see the Brooklyn Bridge.

Literally traffic everywhere. For a Sunday evening, the traffic made no sense. It took us 25 minutes to drive down a road that should have taken 6 minutes.

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How cool is that sky? The wind blew the clouds by in gorgeous blue and purple hues. (I sound like a complete asshole.)

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We stayed for a couple hours, until it was too cold to function. Definitely worth a trip to see the city from Brooklyn Bridge Park.

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