newy-b, baby

april 6, 2002

Going out in Manhattan on a Friday or Saturday night is just plain out of the question...it's amateur night in full effect. Every schmoe from New Jersey and Connecticut who hasn't gotten a chance to go out and blow off steam once in the week descends upon the small island to make up for lost time by smoking too much, drinking even more and wearing Dockers with pleats. Sometimes you just gotta mix shit up...so we turned the tables and headed out to New Brunswick, NJ to visit some friends. (I went out there to meet my friend Rachal, and Josh went out with Debbie to visit some of her friends. We agreed to meet up a crappy Irish bar and play the kick ass jukebox). Rachael is a Jersey Girl. This meant I had to sit at her apartment for over an hour while she worked on straightening her hair. (No, I'm not kidding). Then, this fucking amazed me, as soon as she was finished straightening it, what does she do...yep, put fucking curlers in! Debbie's roommate Rochelle is also a Jersey girl. Rachael and Becky (okay, I'll admit it...her hair does look pretty fucking good). Everytime we take this clown anywhere near NJ he almost gets beat up because he'll inevitably start telling the local scenesters that "Boston's music scene is way better." Jesus.. Rachael & Becky again. Drunk pizza 2am style. (We usually don't see pictures like this until like 4am, but bars close earlier there, so you gotta getchore drink on faster.)

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