we decided, spur of the moment, to head into jersey heights to crash with our old pal kevin.
ahhh, back to the city, where we spent at least two hours in bronx traffic. but keep in mind, our hours in the van were fast-dwindling, which made traffic-jam time almost sacred. we cherished every moment (between curse words) and were sure to pat the silver bullet's curvaceous dash board every now and again, just to let her know how much we loved her. but for real, WHERE THE HELL DO ALL THESE CARS AND PEOPLE COME FROM AND WHERE IS EVERYONE GOING ALL THE DAMN TIME???!??!?!
we arrived to a huge spread of food: tacos, tortillas, beans and rice and beer and shots of tequila. amen.
these four photos (the only ones taken on jersey soil) pretty much say it all.
must it really end??? (sob)
ps. just so you know, i woke up and lost my mind for approximately 20 minutes, gyrating, charlie brown-dancing and shouting all tourette's-like.
pss. if you are wondering where jess' jersey pic is... well, she was probably moving the van. for the 3rd time. in less than 24 hours.
psss. we finished our time in jersey at la isla, in hoboken, eating the best damn cuban food this side of the country. i swear.
