6/25 Jersey Day 1: I may be from Cali, but I'm more Jersey than you.

So I thought that maybe the previous day had all just been a bad dream and that I would wake up on the airplane to Zurich. When I woke up, I wasn't on a plane. I was in the "Garden State."

After being less than motivated to be awake and not actually getting ready until to leave the house until about 2:30 PM, Tom recommends that we go eat at a cool place on the pier called "On the Deck." It's a cool indoor/outdoor restaurant and bar area overlooking the pier. I decided to have a jerk chicken sandwich (a fitting choice considering the prior day's events) that was amazing!

Tom, who works on a fleet of Ferry boats, had to work on a sunset bay cruise that I was going to be lucky enough to tag along on! I hung out at the bar for a little bit while Tom set up the boat. At around 5:30, I got to board. The boat made one more stop to pick up more passengers and then we sailed around the bay. The views were amazing! You could see the NY skyline, beautiful rich people's houses, and we got to see an awesome sunset! Another perk was having a cheesy lounge singer doing some karaoke favorites at the back of the boat. :)

The cruise ended around 10 and the guys on the boat finished cleaning up. I didn't drink at all during the cruise but I ended the ride with my standard fave: vodka pineapple, which ended up being about 90 % vodka.

Feeling a little buzzed, we head back up to "On the Deck" and meet up with Tom's aunt and uncle. Next on the menu: vodka Red Bull. I chat it up with Tom's aunt who is awesome! I then start chatting with the bartender who was awesome! (Funny how when you drink, everyone is awesome!!) By the time I help Tom finish his drink, I'm feeling great, and very awake thanks to all the Red Bull. We then head to another bar called "Off the Hook" which would also be fitting considering how ridiculous I was!

Tom's boss was at the bar and immediately I have another vodka Red Bull sitting in front of me. By the time that is almost gone, I have done the following: mouthed off to a 6'2 275 pound bald guy, who later proposes to me, even after I insulted his manhood, shouted insults across the bar, was high fiving an old crazy drunk lady, and had probably almost, I assumed, cost Tom his job (thank God he's still employed. I would have felt realllllyyyy bad. :)

The next thing I remember is going to a gas station/mini mart called Wawa. I was hungry and Tom ordered me some Mac and cheese. I then proceed to drunkenly converse with the cashier. Our conversation goes something like this: "What the hell does Wawa mean? That sounds like what a baby says when they want water!" "It actually means 'goose." "Then why the he'll don't they just call this place 'Goose!?' Wawa sounds stupid!"

Tom promptly escorts me back to the car. Back at his place, I scarf the Mac and cheese as if it's about to run away from me. The next thing I know, I'm waking up the next morning with a weeee bit of a headache in the clothes I went out in. But realizing that today wad the day I was getting to go to the "Jersey Shore" house made me realize I must get up because Snooki would want me to.