And then, again, in the 80s.
And, I love The Shore. The photos above are Ocean Grove.
But, they could well be Asbury Park -- which is where the party pix was taken.
The Shore is an essential part of summer. Every summer.
It is The Shore. Not The Beach. Some states may have beaches. I don't care about they.
And, it's Down the Shore. Not Down TO the Shore. Other states may need prepositions. We don't need no lousy prepositions.
Same with Up the Lake, which is the subject of the other 2 photos: Brady Cove on Lake Hopatcong and the dam at the Hopatcong State Park where the lake enters the Musconetcong River.
Ok, ok, I love having a tan and I don't think much about melanoma. I mean, seriously, this is a state where Ford Motor Company poured paint waste into a mine, where Ciba-Geigy snuck a pipe into the Delaware Bay in the middle of the night, where the mob deposited any number of bodies and who knows what else. We're gonna worry about the SUN? Be serious.
I may have, in my younger days, worn tight jeans and low cut tops. But, normal Jersey Girls know when it becomes too late to wear a Raceway Park halter top -- except maybe to weed the garden. It's been a long time since I sat on Big John Cassidy's lap in a dive bar in Keyport.
I have been known to wear oversize hoop earrings. Even now.
But, for the post part, I grew up. Mostly.
I probably didn't grow up as early as most people. That's why they call us Jersey Girls.
And, by the way, don't mess with us.
And don't call us Snookie.
No comments:
Post a Comment