Cranked some fine tunes on the WIP today, so the WIP is not guilting me with the hairy eyeball. Took a break to zip some news and stumbled on this. Stilt house massages in Fiji? Suite at the Waldorf Astoria in Manhattan? Bah. Someone ought to tell Dave White to bag the honeymoon cruise and snatch up this place. Me? Not a fan of the show and my own take on the carnival of boozy sleaze that is Seaside Heights can go on for a while. Hours actually...goes way back to when I got lost and walked all the way down there when I was five to assorted itchy stories from the teen years. Things go kind of rancid Velveeta once you pass Lavallette. Got to run the gauntlet to get to the beauty that is Island Beach State Park. Meh. Take the good with the bad.