Wildwood NJ has the longest boardwalk in the country, or maybe its the region, or the city, im not sure, but it is long. It is filled with amusement parks, tee-shirt shops, tons of wonderful terrible food, tattoo parlors, ski ball, and every ounce of carnival excess you might want. In the morning the boards are full of families riding bikes that look like flinstone cars, or bikes that look like giant tricycles, and normal bikes too. At night the boards are full of a crazy mix of those same families and older youngsters wearing '09 shirts and being cool and getting drunk. It is a special kind of vacation. A vacation my husbub has taken since he was Z's age and we have gone many times together. Its partly about the ocean and even in the winter we like to go and listen and watch it roll in and out. Its largely about the food - hoagies pizza boardwalk fries carmel apples and ice cream cones. We spent most of this past week there. It stays mostly the same year in and year out, although I am filled with glee to report that this year the paintball game which for several years prior has had a manikin at its entrance (displaying the character you get to shoot at in the game) that vaguely looked like osamabinladen, but also disturbingly like some portrayal of general arabness (which had gained this game-place some notoriety and some tv news time, noted by the giant sign "as seen on tv!") had redressed its manikin to look like Dick Cheney. I also want to report something that you will think I made up, but is true. Walking by a tattoo parlor we passed a girl, 18 or 19?, walking a smidge wobbly, talking on her phone, saying: "he totally shouldnt have let me get a tattoo, im sooo drunk. Are you going to break up with me? You totally have to marry me now!!"
And that, my friends, is Wildwood NJ. Well, part of it anyhow.
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