Jersey Shore Chronicles, Day
Jersey Shore Chronicles, Day 4 - Tuesday
Another full day at the beach. Topher and I spend a lot of time digging for sand crabs. I find beach glass, which Bill has assured me hardly exists anymore… it becomes Bill’s beach-day present. We go searching for a place to eat lobster, since I’ve never had it and everyone is convinced that I MUST EAT LOBSTER before I leave. After three failed attempts to find somewhere to eat lobster for lunch, we give up and get cheesesteak at Uncle Nick’s…. another food I just HAVE to have while I am out east. It’s pretty good, I guess. Everyone says it’s GREAT cheesesteak, but I don’t like the kind of cheese they used, and by the end I feel like I am drowining in mayonnaise.
Tuesday night is amazing. The “kids” (Bill, me, Topher, Patrick, Matt, Davis, and Matt’s friend Alex) go to Seaside Heights, the “scourge of the eastern seaboard”, as someone called it. Basically, it’s a maze of boardwalks full of rides and carnies. We get snowcones and funnel cakes and have our pictures taken in a booth. (I don’t have a scanner, but when I DO, I’ll put the booth-pics up. They’re really cute.) On our way home, we meet the BEST carnie ever. Here is the scenario that takes place:
We stop at a booth where you put your quarter on a letter/number and the guy spins the wheel and if it lands on your letter you win either a video game or a TINY TINY LITTLE BIKE. Bill and Matt and Alex and Topher put their quarters down…
Carnie (in THICK Jersey accent): What’s yuh name?
Topher: Topher.
Carnie: Tophuh? What kinda poison names their kid Tophuh?
Topher: It was my brother’s idea. (points to Patrick, who is standing a block away from us)
Carnie(to Patrick) : Hey, TOPHUH!!
Topher: No, I’m Topher.
Carnie: Who’s that then?
Topher: That’s Patrick.
Carnie (to Patrick): Hey, BALDWIN!!
Topher: No, that’s Patrick.
Carnie: Oh, sorry, I thought you said Baldwin.
Needless to say, Patrick instantly becomes Baldwin. And, for the record, this story is much funnier told by Bill than it is just typed out. You should ask him sometime.
We take the young’uns home, and Bill takes me back to the beach so I can see it at night. (Apparently, all day, his dad has been saying “So, you’re going to take her to the beach at night, right? Are you going to take Alicia to the beach at night? When are you going to show her the beach at night?” )
It is gorgeous We walk up the beach for awhile, and then just sit and talk. It’s cool out, and beautiful, and the noise the ocean makes crashing up on the beach is amazing. Bill has warned me that you will often see people having sex if you go on the beach at night. (un)Fortunately, there is no nookie going on tonight. Eventually, it starts to rain… I LOVE being out in the rain, but Bill doesn’t, so we go home…. but we DO sleep with the doors and windows open.