Temporarily having dinner in Jersey.

We swung out to Penn Station during commute hours to join the millions of workers trying to get home to their families in the suburbs. They pile you into this cave of a room and make you wait there for your train's track number because, for some reason, there are only 2 trains allowed to have track numbers at a time! You sit and wait and once it pops up, all HELL breaks loose. And when I mean hell, I mean little ladies with spiky heels who use them to kick you out of the way, people with anvils in their grocery bags who will shove them into your unsuspecting ribcage, folks with offensively drippy body odor who threaten to rub up on you to make a more direct path to the train for themselves. eeeek!

I imagine our experience to be similar to telling kids watching the High School Musical 3 movie premiere that Hannah Montana and Zach&Cody were going to be sitting outside, but that they had to wait to know which door the starts would be behind. AND they had to just stand there before the announcement. Sometime in the near future. Maybe in a few minutes. Maybe in a few more seconds. Ok.......now back to a few more minutes. Meanwhile, some genius has decided to turn off the air conditioning in the theater and it's now sweltering and adolescently ranky in the theater. A few more minutes. OK, NOW!!! EVERYONE RUSH TO THE ONE DOOR TO GET TO SEE HANNAHAHAHA MONTANANANANA!!! RUNNNN!!!

either scenario would lead me to believe that the bunk system is going to get someone injured. and more than likely, that someone is GOING to be me. jerks! *for the record, i did receive a minor injury during the ordeal.

Anyway, back to getting out to Jersey! We were going to meet up with Debs and Ben for dinner in Montclair! They had given specific directions regarding which train to catch in which direction and specifically, which stop to get off on. Seemed pretty self-explanatory and I felt v.chic being able to navigate all of this on our own.

Enjoying a happy donut on our way to visit Debs+Ben.
No, mom. It did not ruin my dinner.

And then it all went to poop and I had to call Debi 4 times before we got there just to make sure we weren't getting lost. It was all so much fun though!! I feel v.childlike when I make declarations as such, but "riding the train is so much fun!!"

BYOB @ Osteria Giotto
Cake in a Bottle!

Double date!

I think the flash was preferential to my yellow dress.

Thanks for dinner, guys! And for driving us around the quaint town, celeb homes, and most certainly for taking us to make-out point. The view was incredible, topography lesson so enlightening, and the 9-11 memorial just took my breathe away. Crazy times.

Can't wait for our next visit! xo

Debi did a fine job of summing up our evening here.