Egg fights, Motorcycles, and New Jersey Beaches

New Jersey! The land of loud motorcycles, trump t-shirts, and sandy beaches. You definitely lived up to some of the hype.

We arrived a bit on the early side to a beach city called Wildwood so that we could hang out at the ocean. I have never really been to the ocean much and am shocked that boardwalks (with their over stuffed teddy bears, cotton candy spots, and Ferris wheels) are actually a thing. I always assumed ( being from Michigan) that they were movie sets produced in Hollywood for teen dramas. Once we escaped the capitalist boardwalk we got to enjoy the Atlantic sans hurricane, which was incredibly energizing.

The spot we played was a punk house called The Chalk Zone. The house is accurately named. All of the walls are covered in chalkboards that have layers upon layers of messages scrawled on them. The night was filled with a lot of random slightly odd happenings. A singer songwriter named Kyle started off the night and was followed by a local band called American Dictionaries. After we played Jordan discovered that all of the eggs in his fridge had gone bad-and so, naturally, he decided to have a midnight egg toss. This quickly escalated to an egg fight. As much as I love a good egg fight, I happily avoided the mess because nothing currently sounds worse than showing up to New York City smelling like rotten eggs. People played one handed four square and smoked copious amounts of cigarettes. I ended up falling asleep while spooning the cutest, prickliest hedge hog, and woke up wondering why there was a hedge hog in my arms. In any case it was certainly an interesting evening.

We are now driving through some nasty humid weather to New York City. I am looking forward to being in the city, but I'm mainly looking forward to the bagels. That, and playing a show with our good friends at The Silent Barn.

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There was a cat too!  

There was a cat too!