The Illuminated Donkey

Down the Shore. Hit Seaside Heights with my sister yesterday to try and break in the new summer, but it all still feels so...2002. It's not just the totally weak weather, either. There's no new hot summer single (we were still hearing "Hot in Herre"), no hot new summer toy prize, and the renovated Sawmill was extremely bootleg: the pizza was a little more expensive and slightly smaller, and we couldn't even sit down at one of the tables, since they were all "reserved for waitress service." Plus, my sister won more candy than I did...

At least the NJGuido folks are in mid-season form, partying like true rockstars. I love those guys.