Adventures at the Joisey Shore
Damn, I miss the beach. Seriously miss it. When I say "beach" I'm talkin about goin "down the shore" (Phillyspeak for going to the beach - Jersey shore). I used to spend a lot of time down there between say, the ages of 18 and 22. My best friend in high school, also named Vicki, would go down for weekends or just a night, either staying at her grandparents' condo on the boardwalk in North Wildwood or getting a dump motel room, to visit her then-boyfriend who lived in Cape May. Summer or not, we spent a lot of time down there. She used to spend her summers there when she was younger, so she knew a lot of people who had a lot of parties. I pick my friends wisely ;o).
One year, she just HAD to go visit the boyfriend, Pete, in the dead of winter. There was some big party and well, she couldn't miss that! We must have been younger side of the age range I mentioned above, because she concocted some lie to her parents so she could go. I'm sure I did the same, although I don't remember what I did or said. This wasn't even to stay overnight, just go down for the party! Yes, I was stupid, but I agreed. After all, a party's a party! And they were hella fun down the shore.
So, 2-3 hours before we leave it starts snowing. I mean SNOWING. We were debating whether or not to chance it (now this is a 2 hour drive, one way, to get there), but, alas, the thought of many many hot guys and alcohol were just too much to resist. So, we said fuck it, we won't stay long, I'm sure the roads will be plowed, yadda yadda yadda. By the time we leave, there at least 1 or 2 inches on the ground. Oh, I forgot to mention that our method of transportation was the 1984 Chevette I bought when I was 16, not exactly snow-worthy.
Going down wasn't all that bad, really, considering it was snowing like crazy and we were, well, in a frickin Chevette (teenagers, snowstorm and a Chevette - how could you go wrong?), and we made it to the party without any problems. I should have known it was going too easy. By then, there's about 4 inches of snow on the ground, no signs of slowing down. Well, naturally then, it's time to start drinkin! Oh my God, I can't believe the stupid shit I did when I was young. We get to the party, hook up with Pete, and wth him is a friend of his, Rich, who was FUCKING HOT. Not just hot, FUCKING HOT. There's a difference, ya know ;) I was hoping that we'd hook up (so did Vic, so she could be alone with Pete); I'd seen him before and was majorly into this guy. Everyone was. Well, the girls anyway.
Party was awesome - drinkin games, rock 'n' roll, and hot guys. I go look out the window and well shit, we were gonna have to hit the road soon if we had any hopes of getting back to Philly in one piece. I tracked down Vic and convinced her we had to get goin. This weas not an easy task, and I wasn't usually that responsible back then, but hell I had to drive and there was now 6 inches of snow, we'd both had a couple beers, it was late (probably midnight), and we had a 2 hour drive back home in a frickin blizzard. At this point, I'd have taken the abuse by my parents to just stay there overnight, but noooooo, she wouldn't have that. So she "goes to say goodbye" to Pete, and I go out to the car to get it warmed up and cleaned off. And Rich follows me!! Hot fuckin damn, it'd all be worth it for a few lip locks with that guy. We made out in my car for like I don't know, 15-20 minutes, and Vic finally shows up (probably a good thing). She prys my hands off Rich :op and we finally head out to go back home.
The weather was horrible, I mean really bad. I was scared shitless. We went like 20 miles an hour the whole way, so the trip ended up taking like 3 1/2 hours. It was crazy. No other cars on the road, just us crazy chicks. Somewhere along the line I heard a "thump" as we were driving - we could hardly see anything, and I still to this day don't know if it was just a snowbank or God knows what else. We are just about to the Commodore Barry Bridge, but still in buttfuck New Joisey, of course taking the back roads out in the middle of nowhere "because it's a short cut." I somehow get this burst of adrenaline and confidence - as I exclaim, "We made it, we made it!" the car I guess hit a patch of ice and spins out -- we end up in a ditch on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, in a blizzard (mind you there were no cell phones back then). We get out, I start laughing hysterically (I tend to do that when I get freaked out). I have my college books in the back seat, we used that and anything else we could find to put underneath the tires and try to get the car out. Nothing was working. There were no phones, no stores, no motorcars, not a single luxuuurreeeeeee (oh sorry wrong story), nothing nearby - just one dark, lonely house about 100 yards away. We were about to seriously freak the fuck out when, miracuously, a car appeared in the distance. I had never flagged a car down in my life, but now was not the time to be shy right? We ran out into the road and forced the car to stop. Luckilyh for us, it was a very nice guy who eventually got the car out and us on our way. Who knows what would have happened to the poor, stupid girls who drove 2 hours in a blizzard for a party?
So, we make it over the bridge and need to head toward 95 North. Well, Herbie the Dickhead Chevette wasn't having any of that. As we veer right to take the exit, the car spun again and we ended up on the exit to 95 South. Oh fucktard, no way!! So we have to go another 20 miles out of our way (8 inches of snow now, pushin 4 am). We finally made it home before the 5 am mark, a little worse for wear, scared half to death, but in one piece.
Next time she wanted to go down the shore, did I tell her to go fuck herself? Hell no, I said, "Cool, let's go!!"
One year, she just HAD to go visit the boyfriend, Pete, in the dead of winter. There was some big party and well, she couldn't miss that! We must have been younger side of the age range I mentioned above, because she concocted some lie to her parents so she could go. I'm sure I did the same, although I don't remember what I did or said. This wasn't even to stay overnight, just go down for the party! Yes, I was stupid, but I agreed. After all, a party's a party! And they were hella fun down the shore.
So, 2-3 hours before we leave it starts snowing. I mean SNOWING. We were debating whether or not to chance it (now this is a 2 hour drive, one way, to get there), but, alas, the thought of many many hot guys and alcohol were just too much to resist. So, we said fuck it, we won't stay long, I'm sure the roads will be plowed, yadda yadda yadda. By the time we leave, there at least 1 or 2 inches on the ground. Oh, I forgot to mention that our method of transportation was the 1984 Chevette I bought when I was 16, not exactly snow-worthy.
Going down wasn't all that bad, really, considering it was snowing like crazy and we were, well, in a frickin Chevette (teenagers, snowstorm and a Chevette - how could you go wrong?), and we made it to the party without any problems. I should have known it was going too easy. By then, there's about 4 inches of snow on the ground, no signs of slowing down. Well, naturally then, it's time to start drinkin! Oh my God, I can't believe the stupid shit I did when I was young. We get to the party, hook up with Pete, and wth him is a friend of his, Rich, who was FUCKING HOT. Not just hot, FUCKING HOT. There's a difference, ya know ;) I was hoping that we'd hook up (so did Vic, so she could be alone with Pete); I'd seen him before and was majorly into this guy. Everyone was. Well, the girls anyway.
Party was awesome - drinkin games, rock 'n' roll, and hot guys. I go look out the window and well shit, we were gonna have to hit the road soon if we had any hopes of getting back to Philly in one piece. I tracked down Vic and convinced her we had to get goin. This weas not an easy task, and I wasn't usually that responsible back then, but hell I had to drive and there was now 6 inches of snow, we'd both had a couple beers, it was late (probably midnight), and we had a 2 hour drive back home in a frickin blizzard. At this point, I'd have taken the abuse by my parents to just stay there overnight, but noooooo, she wouldn't have that. So she "goes to say goodbye" to Pete, and I go out to the car to get it warmed up and cleaned off. And Rich follows me!! Hot fuckin damn, it'd all be worth it for a few lip locks with that guy. We made out in my car for like I don't know, 15-20 minutes, and Vic finally shows up (probably a good thing). She prys my hands off Rich :op and we finally head out to go back home.
The weather was horrible, I mean really bad. I was scared shitless. We went like 20 miles an hour the whole way, so the trip ended up taking like 3 1/2 hours. It was crazy. No other cars on the road, just us crazy chicks. Somewhere along the line I heard a "thump" as we were driving - we could hardly see anything, and I still to this day don't know if it was just a snowbank or God knows what else. We are just about to the Commodore Barry Bridge, but still in buttfuck New Joisey, of course taking the back roads out in the middle of nowhere "because it's a short cut." I somehow get this burst of adrenaline and confidence - as I exclaim, "We made it, we made it!" the car I guess hit a patch of ice and spins out -- we end up in a ditch on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, in a blizzard (mind you there were no cell phones back then). We get out, I start laughing hysterically (I tend to do that when I get freaked out). I have my college books in the back seat, we used that and anything else we could find to put underneath the tires and try to get the car out. Nothing was working. There were no phones, no stores, no motorcars, not a single luxuuurreeeeeee (oh sorry wrong story), nothing nearby - just one dark, lonely house about 100 yards away. We were about to seriously freak the fuck out when, miracuously, a car appeared in the distance. I had never flagged a car down in my life, but now was not the time to be shy right? We ran out into the road and forced the car to stop. Luckilyh for us, it was a very nice guy who eventually got the car out and us on our way. Who knows what would have happened to the poor, stupid girls who drove 2 hours in a blizzard for a party?
So, we make it over the bridge and need to head toward 95 North. Well, Herbie the Dickhead Chevette wasn't having any of that. As we veer right to take the exit, the car spun again and we ended up on the exit to 95 South. Oh fucktard, no way!! So we have to go another 20 miles out of our way (8 inches of snow now, pushin 4 am). We finally made it home before the 5 am mark, a little worse for wear, scared half to death, but in one piece.
Next time she wanted to go down the shore, did I tell her to go fuck herself? Hell no, I said, "Cool, let's go!!"
posted by Miss_Vicki at 8:04 PM
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