A mullet, A mark, A mission

This weekend afforded me an unexpected evening in the country without the inconvenience of even having to leave NJ. A friend invited a few of us up to his parent's house in sussex county, or the Northern equivalent of the mason-dixie line. An hour drive or so saw us passing rolling hills, cows and even a Llama!
The NJ state fair was in full swing as we engaged the yokel throng perusing the various fatkins diet inspired treats, carnival rides, and carnie games. I grabbed a corn dog and instantly was enamored at observing the townies and the best NJ has to offer. A friend had the brilliant idea to have a photo scavenger hunt of various breeds of mullets. Luckily there was no shortage of the "business in the front,party in the back" hair "style" (thanks Chris). Also in abundance were jean shorts, oakleys, overalls, pickup trucks, cowboy hats, and dirty looks at your favorite fob. What there was a shortage of was teeth, lip wax, shirts, bathing, and a post high school education. We immersed ourselves in everything there was from good food, games, and beer to freak show attractions and off color commentary of the locals. One thing that can be said about the area was that pollution hasn't touched the area. Had it not have been cloudy, we could have easily have seen every constellation in the sky.

Afer the fair we headed to my friend's house for some serious drinking. Miller lite flowed, well, like water. The highlight of the nite was 6 of us belting out an ad hoc version of "Dead or alive" 3 times in a row. Even though it didn't feel like we were in nj, Bon Jovi certainly brought the reality of the fact that still were in the Garden State home.