NJ & NY

After our DC escapades and fighting traffic outside of Baltimore thanks to a pretty fierce accident, we rolled on to south New Jersey. There, in Toms River, home to the 1998 Little League World Series Champions, lives my Aunt T and Uncle Mark. They housed us for a night and took us to a solid meal at Benihana. The always interesting Aunt T now has a Facebook. Check her out. Please add her.

From there,we went up to Manhattan to celebrate our friend Nolan’s 23rd birthday. We met up with another Arizona girl back in New York for work, Ashley, and took off for some food and drinks.

After some really excellent margaritas we met up with some more of Nolan’s friends and headed out for the rest of the night. No more than a block from Nolan’s apartment we encountered an interesting situation. Nolan of all people, on his own birthday, attempted to walk around a corner while another patron of the city continually shoved and rod him into a wall. Nolan got a little mouthy, but none of us were prepared for what this crazy fuck did next.

And I quote, “You think you’re a tough guy? How about I cut your fuckin’ throat?”

Then he reached in his jacket and pulled out a swithblade with a blue handle. Nolan’s friend Greg pulled Nolan away while the crazy fuck’s friend did a karate move to my left. Yes, karate. This was the most humorous part once we reflected on the situation later. He squatted, crossed his arms like a disabled, aged Bruce Lee, said “You wanna fuckin’ go?”, but then forgot he still had on his shitty track jacket. So, he uncrossed his arms to take his jacket off while his silver over-sized chain hit him in the face. Classic.

Although that part was purely hilarious, the situation could have gotten a whole lot worse. Thankfully, our clear heads prevailed and we enjoyed the rest of our night. Excitement never seems to leave us alone.