Busted Punks

As I mentioned in my last post, I spent the holiday weekend "down the shore" (as we say in Jersey) with my family. On Saturday, my mom and I stopped at the liquor store to get supplies for kir royals.

As we were paying, I noticed a big collage on the wall behind the counter—a collage of fake IDs that had been confiscated over the years. The title?

BUSTED PUNKS

It was just too awesome. I wish I had a picture.

Return of the Saucy Cock Box

I'm celebrating the Fourth of July with my family at the Jersey Shore. Last night, Chris and I joined my mom, sister, and a few of my sister's friends at a local restaurant that has great chicken (and vegetarian chicken) wings. Usually we split a big order and get side salads of something.

We got a whole bunch but ended up taking most of them home in an aptly-labeled take-out box...