July = Dirty Jersey Part 2

Part 2 of Dirty Jersey begins back in Ocean City on Saturday, July 3^rd. Allison’s friend Andrew had been chattily texting her all morning and then came to find her on the beach. Rachel and I acted as chaperons while Andrew and Allison conversated by the surf (see picture). As part of the conversation Andrew invited Allison and by default, Rachel and I to Atlantic City on Saturday evening to experience the casinos. We were hoping we could get a ride with Andrew and company but even after hinting subtly, there was no offer. So we took our own car to Atlantic City and Allison told Andrew to find us in the casino…. Well needless to say, that never happened.

So Sunday, July 4^th came along and we went out to the beach in Ocean City to watch the fireworks. Afterwards we were invited to one of the frat brother’s parents’ house. Luckily we did not have to meet any parents during this adventure, but we did get to meet even more frat brothers. There was a Teach for America frat brother and another accountant frat brother. We had some more good conversations on the roof-top deck of the parents’ house. And then Ryan from Friday night called because he was on his way back to Ocean City from the ice cream shop. So we took two cars to a bar in Somers Point, NY called the Anchorage Tavern, and this time we got a ride. Ryan drove one car with us girls and Ryan and another frat brother drove another car of guys. Rachel interrogated Ryan on the flavors and mixes of ice cram at his shop and we giggled when he talked to his car radio to play songs.

Anchorage Bar: A Classy Location

We got to the bar and drank many more rum drinks which means that the rum count for the night was pretty high since we had began at happy hour time. At some point in the night I began talking to Ryan about politics and many other things so we kind of paired off. We left the bar at closing time and one car of boys went to the local diner. Our car decided we did not want diner food and I guess I suggested that we go to the beach. Everyone was feeling a little adventurous because there is a curfew on Ocean City beaches but we decided to drive down to the end (where is was said not to be enforced) and risk it anyways. So on the beach Allison and Andrew paired off, Ryan and I paired off and Rachel paired off with the neat sheet we had brought to sit on for the fireworks. (A neat sheet is a blanket intended to repel sand and water.) Everyone was enjoying their beach time until Rachel noticed a creepy looking man pacing behind her who was wearing gym shorts and a hooded sweat shirt with the hood up. Rachel was worried about her well-being but after a few minutes hoodie guy returned with a uniformed officer who asked her to leave the beach. She did so. Then the police went to Allison and Andrew, who subsequently ran away. Then the police came to shine a flash light in Ryan and my faces. We were asked to leave the beach as well.

Once we exited the beach we witnessed Allison, Andrew, and Rachel sitting on the curb. Allison and Andrew were being lectured on how it was bad to run away from the police and were being accused of drinking alcohol from one red solo cup (remember Ocean City is a dry town so even if you are of age this is quite an offense). We really hadn’t had a drop of alcohol since leaving the bar and Allison was only carrying a clutch so we wondering where the police might have thought this alcohol and cup situation was procured from. The real clincher came when the police asked us for our IDs and then verified by asking us orally what our ages were. This is how it went: Allison, “21”, Andrew, “23”, Ryan, “22”…… Rachel, “25”, Jennifer. “25”. At that point I think the officers realized that Rachel and I were actually professionals with real jobs and maybe they were amused so we were let off without a ticket or a fine or anything. And so we were driven back to our hotel at 4:30am with everyone feeling like 18 year olds again… especially us old ladies.

The very last event of this blog was as Rachel and I drove out of town of Monday, July 5th we stopped by Ryan’s ice cream shop to sample all of the different kinds of fruity water ices. The mango was our favorite! With that Rachel snapped a picture and we were on our way back to Boston and back to being old maids.

World Famous Wooder Ice