I got home kind of late last night but I still turned on “Jersey Shore” because there was something about waiting a whole 24 hours more than the rest of the world to experience it that didn’t appeal to me. The original plan was to watch, like a half hour and call it a night. An appetizer of Jerse if you will. But that didn’t happen. And did you know it was TWO hours long? Needless to say I woke up this morning bleary-eyed with a bit of a tanning booth hangover. Was it everything I hoped for and more? Damn right it was! I keep trying to come up with some commentary, but not gonna happen. Just watch it. In a word—or seven—it is what dreams are made of.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Garden State
I got home kind of late last night but I still turned on “Jersey Shore” because there was something about waiting a whole 24 hours more than the rest of the world to experience it that didn’t appeal to me. The original plan was to watch, like a half hour and call it a night. An appetizer of Jerse if you will. But that didn’t happen. And did you know it was TWO hours long? Needless to say I woke up this morning bleary-eyed with a bit of a tanning booth hangover. Was it everything I hoped for and more? Damn right it was! I keep trying to come up with some commentary, but not gonna happen. Just watch it. In a word—or seven—it is what dreams are made of.
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