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Sammy M. at Jenkinson’s Boardwalk amusement park in New Jersey

Let us commence by saying that the Jersey Shore is far from our primary beach destination on any given day.  It is not that we won’t go – not at all – it is merely that its a schlep.  But when Ant & company settle down for a week-long respid, during their month long Stateside pilgrimage – and said day coincides with a day off rolling around in said week – we are not against the idea of jumping into Escape and schlepping our skinny ass on down for a a quick visit.

So it is with the cosmos lining up that we made our way South to spend to day with Ant, Mariela, Jennifer and the clan – including a village of young-ens – on what Jerseyans believe to be the North-East Riviera.  Don’t judge…

We started the day with some deaf-defying feats aboard family rides at Jenkinson’s Boarwalk amusement park.  This is not to say it is the same as the heart-wrenching experience of Six Flags in any shape way or form…  We say deaf-defying as our asses are afraid of heights anytime we get our feet leaving the ground.  Vertigo central!  And while, deep in our hearts, we want to tell ourselves that inspectors have indeed been commissioned and cleared these rides for safe usage we were too busy attempting to answer the age old question of ‘what the fuck are you doing up here?’ the moment the big ass contraption nudged forward.

Yes, we scream like a girl and have no shame for it!

Sammy M., on the other hand – above pictured looking like a modern day British rock star – had little care and, as his windswept locks shot this and that way, we were busy holding on to what little, if any, safety the ride afforded, all the while Nico made like it was a jumbo jet taking off.  (Ain’t that some shit?)

Having survived unscathed -we all but kissed the ground – we wrapped up the taking your life into your own hands and every man, woman & child for themselves portion of the day and headed back to Ocean Grove beach for a more grounded type of assault on the body.  Something which we are attributing to Isaac down further South.

The waves and strong currents made for an entertaining day of sun worshiping while watching Sammy get tossed around along the shore like a sea-shell with board shorts.  Good times!  And anytime spent in our Speedo is well worth it!

Throw in some take-out and home-made kick-ass margaritas and we can earnestly say we were spent!  (Good thing we didn’t opt for a 2nd one of those…  Or we would have woken up on the lawn with dribble all over the place!  (Tequila is not your friend!)

Alas, the group heads back across the pond weeks-end and we can earnestly say we will miss the lot tremendously.  Luv y’all!

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