And we're back. I have so many thoughts about my trip to New Jersey. Where to begin, where to begin....
Oh I know, let's start with the fact the prison is right next to the airport in Newark. What a warm welcome and such a friendly goodbye. 46 feet of barbed wire next to a fugitive's one way ticket to Tahiti. I was amazed. My husband tells me for every negative I say, I have to come up with two positives.....so here goes one.....The one good thing I do like about New Jersey is they don't let you pump your own gas. This is brilliant. Rain or shine, you just pull up and tell the guy what octane and how much you want. You don't even have to tip the guy that pumps the gas for you. This is a trend I would like to start down south.
And for my other positive comment, our staff did overtake this crazy sushi shack in Clifton one night. It was a lot of fun. Sushi rolls were flying over the counter at ridiculous speeds. It was by far the best sushi I have ever had. It was a BYO restaurant (another weird, yet common, occurrence in Jersey) so beer and wine were flowing. By the end of the night, the owner/chef kept calling me Tara and I kept calling him Sam (neither are our names). I thanked him for the good food and we hugged and said we'd see each other again real soon. Folks, that was a bold face lie. I have no intention of returning there for at least another year, if ever again in my lifetime. Nothing against friendly Sam or his delicious sushi, but it's location, location, location.
The following is in no way New Jersey's fault. I will give the state that much. But I will forever associate The Garden State with severe back pain......
On Wednesday of Tournament week (pro-am registration day- my fave!) my back started to hurt. And it kept hurting and kept hurting. By the end of the day I thought it was going to go. Thursday morning, pain started shooting down my legs. I was waddling around like a duck with tears in my eyes for most of the first day of play. Friday, I finally gave in and went to the LPGA doctor who suspected a herniated disk. Seriously? A herniated disk? I got some meds and waddled back to the hotel to ice. By Sunday I was feeling a lot better.....I am still sore, but it is much better than what it was.
I have so many more stories from my trip...I owe about three more posts to the Sunday of advance week alone. And I finally got to go to Hoboken. Cross that one off the list. But I shall conclude for tonight. I will head to bed dreaming of the Meadowlands and what REALLY lies in them.....
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