Months of hassle and expenditure have finally culminated to the moment we've all been waiting for.
The winner is...
I'm just kidding. ("That's not funny, Jeremy!")
Anyway, my friends and I have decided to spend after-prom-weekend down at Wildwood. After getting home around 3:00 this morning from the limo ride around New York, I had to wake up pretty early to drive down to Wildwood.
My main concern was the fact that I would be exhausted and sleepy, with the tendency to veer off the road. My friend Aissa, who was in the van with me, was really considerate and tried to keep me up while I was driving. Well, I mean, if we crashed, it's her butt too. Her main method of keeping ourselves up was to sing out loud. Her iPod really helped out. The drawback was that right after a burst of energy, I'd crash again. That's when her secondary method kicked in - Skittles.
The funnest part was probably when we were nearing Wildwood. At this point, the more urban quality of northern New Jersey has fully transitioned to the more sylvan environment of the south. Thus, on the sides of the parkway were scattered beautiful trees, perfect for a photo op. Three times Aissa and I parked on the shoulder to get out and take pictures on the side of the highway.
When we finally found our house in Wildwood, I was really surprised at how amazing it was. It wasn't a mansion, but it was definitely no motel. I was glad I'd be spending four days and three nights in this house.