Thoughts

As already chronicled in my post of frustration with the Newark Airport, I had a hard time getting to New Jersey. Despite one 1 hour delay on my return trip, it was the fun that I had that made it hard for me to get home.

I can't necessarily say that my trip to New Jersey was less fun than my trip to D.C. the week before; I don't think that's fair. It is fair to say that it was just a different trip. It is not an apples to apples comparison. They were both fun in their own right. New Jersey was a chance for me to go out to the bar and hang out with college buddies like we use to...when we were in college.

I think my hosts (Doug, Rich, Niles) were surprised when I said I was up to going to NYC Friday night after my long afternoon at the airport, but I was ready to go. They, however, decided they didn't want to go, so we went out down the street in Jersey City instead. They picked the bar, I was just along for the ride.

I asked, "Will there be any girls at this bar?" No, we all know I would not talk to them, but at least let me ogle them from afar.
"I think we saw one there once." You might think this a sarcastic comment, understand that it was a serious one.

The night was spent with hurricanes in hand. [sarcasm]This isn't odd is it? If I had desire to open a New Orleans style bar, what better place than Jersey City? Talk about the perfect marriage between bar and location.[/sarcasm]

At least we were able to return back to the apartment to find some delicious chocolate cake. Well, I hear it was delicious. Rich was the only one who had any Friday night. He did leave a nice note for Katie thanking her for making it though. What a considerate young man.

Scottie came up for the weekend and he left with Rich and Katie and Niles early Saturday morning to head to Hoboken for a day of "St. Patrick's day celebration" (see also: drinking). I stayed in bed...nay, in couch and rested up for the day. Doug's mom and Matt met us at the apartment around 12:30 before we headed into the city. 2pm was tip off between our beloved Villanova Wildcats and the other guys.

I believe the bar we went to post game was called Mustang Harry's. This was the highlight of the trip for me as I was able to hang out with friends and their families. It was great to be able to spend time with Doug's mom and Matt's family. I used to go with Matt's family to their beach house in Deleware for Easter weekend and spend a few days with them. It was like old times as we yelled at each other and told embarrassing stories. Oh, and I know what you're thinking. Call it selective amnesia, I can't remember a single one...

Saturday night in Hoboken was arguably the most overrated bar night since the invention of either St. Patrick's Day or celebrations. Turns out the ones who were really celebrating were the bar owners as they all but one set a $10 cover charge (the odd man out charging $20). After running around to find a place to go we settled on a hole in the wall place that at least had enough room for all of us. I was excited that Andrew and Katie came and joined us at the bar (and even brought Harley). We then hung out, made friends and had a good time.

Doug, Rich, Niles, Scottie and I all went to lunch on Sunday before I left town. I am not sure if a meal at Chili's could ever be more fun.

(Any stories I may or may not have left out are for your own good...or just my c.y.a.)