This weekend I decided to take a road trip to Philly to see the Chelsea Handler show. Not too far of a drive- and I figured the way people talked about it that the roads would basically be paved in cupcakes and sunshine. After making a few wrong turns- I figured out that the nice areas of town are on the corner of FEW and FAR BETWEEN, sandwiched between crack-den A and B. (No really- “crack-cave” was found on foursquare there). You know you have made a wrong turn when there are people screaming profanities and there’s a ripped up HAIR WEAVE on the ground (true story).
Another indicator is when carts on the street are selling R.I.P shirts- not for biggie, MJ or TuPac, but you know- customized to whoever you would like, haha. Eventually we found blonde hair girls and jersey license plates- so we were back on track.
The last time I wound up in the wrong town accidentally was when I wound up in Asbury Park late at night. My friend was driving and a few wrong turns later the cops are pulling us over. Cops ask us where we are going, “We just wanted to find some Starbucks” was our response- so the cop laughs- rolls his eyes- and tells us to lock our car doors and go the opposite direction. Clearly this was a sign from above. We should have just finished the vodka we had back at the house rather then attempt coffee.
Speaking of vodka- the show was luckily sponsored by Belvedeer, so there was not a lack of it. WIN. Navigator did not mess up on the way back home- DOUBLE WIN. Driving back home we see some “Pauly-D” esque kid pulled over in an affliction shirt puking on the side of the turnpike. Welcome home to Jersey people! LoL .
All in all- good times, good weekend 🙂