July = Dirty Jersey Part 1

So here comes the Jersey Shore blog in two installments because it was THAT good. I think this blog may have to change its mission from exploring venues in Boston to exploring venues around the country that are in beach towns because that is way more exciting. Rachel and I went down to the Jersey Shore for 4th of July weekend and picked up my sister on the way. We found a great place to stay in Ocean City, the only problem being, Ocean City is a dry town. So on our first night at the shore we decided to go out in Sea Isle City which is just one town away but serves adult beverages. We dressed up in our best “scraps of cotton” otherwise known to most people as short sun dresses. When we got to Sea Isle though we were worried that we were over-dressed so we drove around for a bit scouting out the scene. We did see girls in all ranges of outfits so we felt confident enough to find a parking spot. The street signs said we had to pay the meter until 11pm which left 30 minutes but we only had dimes. We ended up parking right in front of a store front apartment with a whole bunch of guys out on the steps. I got out to investigate the meter and was immediately chatted-up and offered quarters. I did end up needing two from the guys because I put the first quarter in the wrong meter as I was flustered by all of the attention. This seemed to be a good omen though as in Boston I have had to run around the city searching for an ATM and then a corner store in order to get change. Here in Sea Isle City it was being offered to me without me even having to ask!

With full confidence now in tow we walked to the venue for the evening called La Costa. Allison and I got past the bouncers with our Michigan IDs with no problem. Rachel on the other hand was interrogated, had her ID checked in “the book” and had to sign a paper saying if she had falsified her age she would have to go to jail, rehab, AA, and church for the rest of her life. Apparently Washington State is a foreign country to those Jersey Shore folks. Once inside the venue I was transported back to college. My shoes stuck to the floor, there was a grungy, LOUD cover band, and bad beer for cheap. In keeping with dirty jersey style the venue was a bar connected to a liquor store, and a hotel, all-in-one. If you were inside the bar you could see through the grate into the liquor store. If you were in the outside area of the bar you were actually in a court-yard of the hotel so there were literally tables right outside some people’s hotel rooms. We made a circle of the outside of the bar and then decided to sit at a plastic table. Well we must have caught some people’s eye because almost immediately two guys came over and asked if they could sit with us. One was 23 year old Andrew the medical student and the other was 22 year old Ryan the ice cream shop owner.

It looks like just a regular hotel from the outside but....

Outside "Deck Bar" at La Costa
(note the hotel room balcony)

Needless to say we had lots of interesting conversations about Andrews gynecological rotation and how Ryan came to own his own ice cream shop at the age of 22. Allison was the pick of the litter this time and began engaging with Andrew. They eventually swapped phone numbers (this info is relevant to part 2 of the blog). Rachel and I spoke with Ryan as our “mutual friend”. Ryan seemed to have a good sense of humor and joked with us about all of the Guidos walking by (they really did look straight out of Jersey Shore!). Eventually Ryan and Andrew called over their two other friends one who was an accountant and one who was a nurse. All four gentleman had gone to “The College of New Jersey” (I had never heard of it before) and were fraternity brothers. So we had more conversation with all of the friends. It was a fun night and fun to have good conversation with guys who weren’t to shy to just come over and sit down. We parted ways not thinking too much of the whole evening BUT there was more to come….