In about 13 hours, I shall leave work and not return until Wednesday at 10 a.m. This stretch is my first vacation for pleasure with a destination since 2011. I’m going to the Jersey Shore for several reasons.
The main reason for trip is because it’s what seems to be an obligation of my fraternity chapter’s Alpha Class: The pilgrimage to visit Sasso. Well, we’re only done it once before and it led to only four of the six of us being together but that’s beside the point. It’s the spirit of the trip that matters, the gathering of some of the friends I made my first days in college who I am now honored to call my brothers. After a rescheduling and a bailout or two, it’s down to Brandon and me heading to Monmouth County to see the paradox of Dr. Sasso and some of our New Jersey brothers.
The trip is also billed as a pre-bachelor party for me and a combined 30th birthday celebration for Brandon and me. It will be the first of many 30th birthday parties for me, as I am taking the week of my birthday off and there’s allegedly a giant “OMFG WE’RE 30!” party slated for later in the year.
The third reason for this trip is one that most likely will guarantee another trip to Asbury Park at least. I mentioned it a few entries back so I shan’t rehash it.
The final, and most important reason is to do some Springsteen tourism. At the very least, I’m seeing The Stone Pony with my own eyes. I also hope to head down to E Street in Belmar.
These objectives are a tall order, especially since Atlantic City and Asbury Park are nowhere near each other. I have no idea how my grandparents did it from the ’30s and ’40s, especially since getting to the Shore from Hampton required at least three ferries.
If you follow me on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram, I may or may not post photos before I put them here. There may or may not be a lot since chronicling every glass and every antic hasn’t been my thing here for a while.
Due to a spectacular twist of fate, I have two additional days off after this trip, hence making this a five-day mini-vacation without the usage of a single vacation day. It’s absolutely glorious. I don’t even fully know what I’m doing with the other two days beyond buying a new microwave since mine went on the fritz a couple of three days ago. I’m wondering a little if it’s the outlet/it’s more or less unprotected location in the “kitchen.” It probably is. I’m adding that to the list of reasons why I’m not renewing my lease here, somewhere above the deceptively slanted floor but well below being entirely too small, and overpriced, to the point of impracticality.