Friday, July 30, 2010

The Jersey Experience

“We’re beatin’-up-the-beat, that’s what we say when we’re doing our fist pump. First, we start off by banging the ground, we’re banging it as the beat builds ‘cause that beat’s hittin’ us so we’re fightin’ back, it’s like we beat up that beat.” ~Pauly from Jersey Shore
"My ultimate dream is to move to Jersey, find a nice, juiced, hot, tanned guy and live my life." -- Snooki

I decided to be spontaneous and instead of taking a one-night trip to Baltimore push it to Atlantic City. Not only did I drive/ride 9 hours back and forth in two days, I was running off of a couple hours of sleep from bartending the night before. But what the heck, I’ve never been to Jersey and I wanted to see if the fist pumping, hair poof, roided-out Jersey stereotype was all it has been commercialized to be and another reason to celebrate my birthday!

So my first Jersey experience went like this…

We started the night out with a nice dinner at Wolfgang Puck’s restaurant after running away from the hotel guard that was yelling at us for taking pictures in the Casino.

Just a warning, reservations only apply to fine dining which is a minimum of $50 per person. Not trying to blow a ton of money we waited for a while to do the bar/tavern dining which is around $25 or less per person. Although the food was good, the service was a little creepy with how close they get in your personal space to talk. My friends ordered a birthday dessert for me thinking it’s like Richmond where you get the free dessert. Come to find out they will add about an extra $15 dollars for that dessert. Figures.

We cab it over to Harrah’s Casino; go to the Pool After Dark Club, which is known for celebrity visits. Get there to find a line 4 rows long. So long that they have a bar that you can drink at while waiting in line. Right when I got in the line this girl runs up and throws up in the bushes beside me, of course I always have amazing timing. I get a Redbull vodka, which was basically a cup of vodka with a splash of Red bull and the tiniest drink I’ve bought for $14.

I have to say the nightclub crowd in AC is very interesting. The overly cocky, juiced up guys hitting on every girl and the super confident Jersey girls in the tiniest dresses they could find. Even the girls that SHOULD NOT be wearing tiny dresses would strut around like they were the hottest thing alive. Those girls have no shame and I’m pretty sure they like it that way. The girl’s bathroom was packed full of aggressive, drama-filled, drunk Jersey girls talking shit about everyone. We booked it out of their before some fight started.

I have to add though, I was disappointed about the fist pumping and the hair pouf sizes. Not as big as they use to be apparently. Also, sorry if you’re from AC, but the arrogant Jersey guy attitude is even more annoying in person than when you’re watching TV laughing about it. The Jersey guy thing seems to be to scream at you to get you’re attention. Which for me, makes me want to ignore you even more if you yell “Yo, girl”. Don’t they know the ghetto act went out in high school? I had one person walk by and say “Atlantic City is awesome. I love New York.” I’m not geography major, but I’m pretty sure I won that argument about it being New Jersey.

"Get some food. Feel better. Drink heavily." JWOWW's life advice to Snooki

So I changed it up today and decided to write about something different. Please feel free to comment!

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