It's 4AM in New Jersey

So I'm at the Jersey Shore (Brick Township).

I'd love to be at the diner of my dreams with the following items in front of me:

Boneless buffalo wings (the ones from Applebee's)
Chicken Nachos (the ones from Tres Potrillos)
Cheeseburger (the one from TGI Fridays)
Waffle fries (the ones from Pop Diner)

Instead, at 3.45am, I washed a blender at the house where I'm staying (Shouts to Doug!) and made my final protein shake of the day...

Of course, I did it so readily because this is pleasant compared to the past few hours.

We went to this place, Jenkinson's by the water. Place is huge and guido-filled. Dudes I'd have trouble tipping over on a football line in shirts I'd have had trouble fitting into at age 3. Hair gel so abundant, Paul Mitchell could bathe in it.

The DJ was horrid, playing cheesy house remixes on some computer software nonsense, trying to "hype" the crowd. There was a cover band...I'd never heard "Thanks for the Memories" live, but it was nice. I guess it was like a live jukebox that charged 10. Because the rest was crap.

Esteban had some food, an italian sausage sandwich he liked as he ate, but hated as he finished. Eddie and Doug ate pizza without complaints. I waited patiently for my shake.

So we leave...go to some friend of Eddie's house. Total waste of time.

Leave for home...and get...pulled...over. (After it was all said and done, I was pulled over for not stopping completely at the sign).

I was super polite to the young officer, I hadn't had a drop of alcohol, squeaky clean record...he worked with the system so I wouldn't get points and now I have to pay a seatbelt violation (I totally wear my belt at all times, including tonight).

So yeah...total crap.

But, I went to a pizzeria, restaurants, ice cream shops, candy shops...didn't crack once...

Remember, without struggle, there is no victory.