Tuesday, August 24, 2010

what happens at the shore...

In my hunger-induced haze I forgot to mention that this is another great guest blog entry from my pal Elizabeth. A girl raised on the Jersey Shore must have a whole arsenal of stories and I'm hoping she'll share some more with me very soon! Here goes: 

I am a year long resident of the Jersey Shore. Yes - like the TV show (I live about 15 miles from Seaside). And no, to answer your questions I do not look like any of the cast members, or pronounce the name of my state as "New Joisey" (I do however say "caw-fee" and "dawg"). BUT, there was that night I hooked up with a guido...

Let me tell you the tale of that fateful Friday night. My original plans had me in Brooklyn all night at a Modest Mouse concert. But soon after Modest Mouse took the stage, thunderstorms came rolling in the park and we were forced out by security for safety reasons (lots of lightening and an apparent tornado warning). My friends and I got stuck in the pouring rain and by the time we got to the car we looked like drowned rats. The show was obviously canceled, so we decided to make the drive back to Jersey.

I arrived home and showered with sincere intentions of just calling it a night. It had been a long day of babysitting, driving in traffic to Brooklyn and then getting rained on. Those were my intentions...until I get the text at 11:15 from my BFF demanding that I go to the bar. I just couldn't say no...

Arriving at a bar at Midnight SOBER is never a fun idea. So my obvious immediate goal was to get drunk. Fast. I consumed three screwdrivers in 45 min and was feeling reeaaaal good on the dance floor. In walks the guido (ok he was already there, but it was only at this point I noticed him). Now, the guido and I lived on the same floor our freshman year of college and hated each other. Until that night on the dance floor when vodka sparks started flying. I started to booty drop with the best of them and the guido complimented my dancing ~skillz~ so naturally I had to make out with him ON THE DANCE FLOOR.

Soon we are discussing arrangements for where we're going to consummate our dance floor courtship later that night. I walk over to my BFF like a little kid and ask her "Can the guido come over?" Surprisingly she says yes and the guido ends up in her apartment after we leave the bar and starts listing the reasons why he's "Basically 98% guido" (his words) while we wait for my friend to retire for the night to her bedroom. And even after that, I still thought hooking up with him is a good idea...

I still find it hard to believe that this night was even real. Literally, I woke up the next morning and felt like it was a dream. Naturally, I twittered about it and the guido became an instant hit among my adoring followers (love you girls). My friends will NEVER let me live that hook up down...

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