Winter in New Jersey Still Sucks!
About a year ago, I wrote this entry about the rough winter we were having in the Armpit of America. Well, last year’s winter was pretty balmy compared to this year. In that entry, I bitched about us getting two feet of snow last year. That might has well have been two inches compared to the three feet we got a couple of weeks ago.
Yes, three feet of snow. None of which has really melted yet. Almost every single day since that major snowfall on December 26 has been at or below freezing. And the little amount that actually does melt or evaporate just gets replaced by a new snowfall, such as the one going on right now. Luckily for me, I work from home. I can’t imagine what it’s like for the millions of New Jerseyans who have to drive to work on already shitty roads made shittier by this horrible weather.
Despite the weather, I’ve still been having fun here at the Jersey Shore. One of the good things about this winter weather is that it keeps all the guidos from North Jersey and New York up where they belong. For instance, I had quite a pleasant, guido-less night at the Boathouse on Saturday. As nice as it is when it’s less crowded, it was weird seeing the bar as empty as it was. Either way, it was a fun night. The live music was provided by Daddy Pop, one of the regular cover bands that populate the Shore and the band that played at my sister’s wedding. They were pretty good, and I commend them for only playing one of these overplayed cover band songs. It was American Girl for those interested.
Though Sunday afforded another night to go out, with it being a holiday weekend, I spent the night at home and watched Fiddler on the Roof. Go on and laugh.
As for today, I met up with some friends and headed over to the legendary Bar A for lunch. Though I had long heard that they serve pretty decent food, I never had the guts to try it. If you’ve seen what goes on there during the summer, you’d understand where I’m coming from. But we decided to check it out. Upon walking in to the usually packed bar, there were just a bunch of old people sitting around. It was pretty depressing. We ended up sitting at a table at the back, with a view of the expansive outdoor section completely covered in snow. Even more depressing. It really made me long for five months from now when the whole inside and outside of the place will be packed with sleazy drunk people.
Anyway, the food was just okay. Nothing I’d really go back for. Then again, none of us really ordered the typical bar food, like pizza, wings, and other typical fried stuff that are hard to mess up. And the service kinda sucked. It almost sucked as much as winter in New Jersey. Almost.
At least I can look forward to my first St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Belmar, which is now less than two months away. Hopefully, the snow will be melted by then. But the way this winter’s going, probably not.
I know this entry is pretty boring and/or depressing. But those are the two best adjectives to describe winter in the Armpit of America.