It’s uncommon that a weekend with huge expectations ever lives up to them. And rarely do the events that ensue ever exceed the aforementioned expectations.
Our Saturday morning at the Rainbow Diner wasn’t the culmination of fun night at the Jersey Shore, but a memory that will end up being forgotten among the countless number of awesome events that took place over the course of the weekend. It’s Tuesday night and I’m still trying to get myself back on track. And due to the questionable legality of many of the events that occurred, in addition to the lack of quality pics, you’ll have to take this for what it’s worth: We arrived in AC Saturday night at 7pm. We got home 27 hours later.
Shout-outs: the Trump Marina employee entrance, Stockton’s Delta Zeta dance team, Scottie Reynolds, and Ken & Meg.
