*ENTERTAINING STORY AT THE BOTTOM OF THESE PICTURES*
SO, I’d begun a “Force Campaign” and here it is in action.
The reason why the above sign is hilarious (for those of you not from NJ) is because on the bottom of that sign it says, “Bennies R welcome”.
Bennies are basically anyone from Northern NJ or NY. For all intents and purposes, WE are Bennies. The people who live in these towns do not like that they cannot enjoy their own home over the summer because of tourists. Truthfully though, they really don’t care much about US. We come, we play, we spend our money and go home. Who it is that they are really bummed out about are GUIDOS and GUIDETTES which is why there is such an uprising against the show from locals. Apart from like two of these people on the show, none of them are from NJ and all of them are from up North. The show you see is exactly what makes these people’s blood boil, haha.
Being somewhat of a Benny meself, it just makes me kind of giggle.
Oh I have a quick story about this boardwalk too. I can’t find any pictures from the weekend I’m going to tell you about but it happened probably in the summer of 98 or 99.
A bunch of us went down to Seaside and rented a room. It was at least a hundred degrees outside. It was miserable. The room we rented did NOT have a working air conditioner. At one point, I don’t remember how but we measured the temperature inside and found that it was like 109 degrees or some shit. It was like brain-frying.
WELL, we eventually moved rooms which was good and bad. It was good because no one needed to pass away but it was bad because we were placed next to a raging drunk. A coupla my friends decided that it was in their best interests to NEVER LEAVE THE ROOM EVER NOT FOR ANY REASON UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. Haha. Wanna know what they did all weekend? They watched race car driving all weekend. Bananas.
Back to the drunk guy. One of my friends (and you know who you are you devil you) has a hankering to hang out with the craziest person she can find that is an absolute stranger. She is forever saying shit like, “So I was hanging out with my friends, this gang of bikers, you know? And…” Haha…(I love you.) So heart of gold that she has, she befriended this lonely fool. Apparently he’d been with a gaggle of his own friends and they’d all left him because he was highly annoying.
SO she told him to swing by “any time”. Homeslice RAPIDLY became the neighbor from hell. He’d drop in at all hours of the day and night. He drank us out of house and home. One afternoon, he was so trashed that on his way to the fridge to GET another one of our beers, he passed out on the floor. Another time, in the middle of a story, with a beer still in his HAND, he pitched down face-forward onto the floor OUT COLD. I don’t remember how we got him out of there actually.
Eventually we learned our lesson and did not want to open our little home away from home to our tormentor any longer. We just decided that we’d lock the door so he couldn’t just drop in. This was kind of a hairy plan because a locked door didn’t automatically send a message to his brain not to come in. Instead of opening the door and passing out on our floor immediately, he now had to go through a series of procedures (a twelve-step program if you will) to get inside and immediately pass out on our floor.
Step one: Knocking
Step two: Banging
Step three: Bellowing
Step four: Trying to catch us in a lie “I know you’re in there!”
Step five: Empty threats “Fine I’ll leave and I WON’T COME BACK!”
Step six: Coming back
Step seven: Pleading
Step eight: Offering alcoholic beverages (which almost worked but didn’t)
Step nine: Sitting on a chair outside his door waiting for someone to emerge
Step ten: Passing out cold in the chair
Step eleven: Coming to again and running through steps one through eleven again
Step twelve: Cornering someone as they’re arriving home and demanding entry.
Before long, we were all in agreeance that if you left without a key, it was at your own discretion. If you arrived home and knocked on the door when the man was conscious, you had better have something to do for a few hours because NO ONE was going to let you back in. Although we were all agreed, naturally there came a couple of times where a wary party banged on the door saying things like, “Guys it’s JUST ME. GUYS, it’s NOT FAIR. I JUST forgot my key. I didn’t do it ON PURPOSE. This is BULLSHIT. Oh shit, hi neighbor! Fancy meeting you here. No I was just leaving actually. Nope, no key! See? Empty hands! Where’m I going? Oh to church. It’s a sober church, bummer right?” And that was THAT.
Later on, I am pretty sure it was the same weekend, we got ourselves good and trashed and staggered onto the boardwalk for some fun. (He didn’t drink ALL of our beers, we’d hidden some, we’re not stupid.) I, in particular, had a pretty busy day of drinking and hiding and was ready to have some foolhardy good times. I guess we went on a coupla rides, played some stands and generally horsed around. Then I saw it…
It was a giant wall. You strap yourself into a harness and you climb the fricking wall. I’d ALWAYS wanted to do that and the man was beckoning me. “Come on! You! The blonde! Why don’t you let me strap you into a flimsy diaper on strings and try to drunkenly climb this 30 foot high wall!” “What does it cost?” “Eighteen dollars.” “F THAT. You let me do it for free and I’ll do it.” “Alright.”
So I let him strap me into my death trap as my friends watch from below. I suddenly realize that extreme drunkenness + lack of upper body strength x total lack of athletic prowess = what am I doing up here?
BUT, I’m a can-do sort of gal and I soldiered on. I began climbing the wall and I was actually doing pretty good. I hear my friends cheering me on from below. “Go Coleen! You can do it! Don’t fall!”
I’m climbing and climbing and climbing and climbing and I’m totally not paying attention anymore. The chants are now softer and more distant. Really, they were quite easy to ignore. I’m in my own little world. Me in my diaper, climbing a wall with beer goggles on. What else does a rough and tumble gal need?
I get to the top and it’s decision time. What now? I don’t see a buzzer to ring. I don’t see any other goals. I vaguely hear my friends chanting below. I look down at them in a haze and see them waving their hands feverishly. “Hi!” I think to myself.
Suddenly, I know just what to do. Obviously I’m supposed to climb over the wall and onto the other side. I’m wondering where I’m supposed to get a good foothold. I was pretty into gymnastics and was therefore pretty flexible at the time so I just put my food into my current handhole and put my hand at the top of the wall. I pulled myself on to the top of the wall and sat straddling it, looking for a foot hole on the other side. I notice that the other side is not lit up and I’m confused.
I look down at my friends for advice and see that they are still, now even moreso, feverishly waving their arms at me and cupping their hands around their mouths to make their voices carry. “What?” I yell. I look to the right and the operator is waving his hands and cupping his mouth too.
I’m thirty feet up in the air straddling a wall and I realize I should focus my hearing a little more and try to see what it is they’re saying. “COME DOWN! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE UP THERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
I’m like, “I’M GONNA CLIMB DOWN THE OTHER SIDE!”
They all say in unison, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, YOU HAVE TO CLIMB BACK DOWN THE SIDE YOU WENT UP! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE UP THERE!”
“Oh, my bad”, I think as I hoist my leg back over the wall. I start meticulously climbing down the side of the wall and the guy just says, “NOOOO BOUNCE. SIT BACK AND BOUNCE DOWN THE WALL.”
So that’s what I did. I bounced down the wall and finally made it down from the heavens back to the boardwalk. My friends were like, “What in the world were you doing up there?! We see you climbing and climbing and climbing and were waiting for you to stop because you don’t HAVE TO climb all the way to the top. We figured you’d have your fun and come back down. AND THEN, we see you turn back to us. We tell you to come down and you smile and WAVE and then KEEP CLIMBING. We see you swing your leg up and OVER the wall. You were just sitting there smiling down at us, light on, no one’s home.” Hahaha….
NOT one of my finer moments. I think a little crowd formed too to see why the asshole is climbing over the other side of the wall. *Sigh* Guys, THIS is why I don’t drink anymore. Some people get sleepy, some people get angry, some people get silly, some people get sad, I cause mayhem.
But back to our neighbor. At the end of the weekend, my friend approached him and asked him if he was okay. He was, because someone was coming to pick him up and take him to rehab. Oy vey.