Are you from Jersey D?
Sorry it took so long to write. My experience laid over in Jersey was hilarious!
We have to remember that we all have stereotypes of persons living in each part of our country, and sometimes they ring true..... So this is what happened there.
When I got off of the plane from Denver, I felt like I had been transported to a new world. All of the girls had hair that I'm pretty sure they had to tip up-side-down in a cotten candy machine to acheive. Piled high. Dressed to the tees. All of the guys working there were super pumped up from the gym, with super tight clothes. So those two factors amused me to no end.
Again, a long layover. So I tromped around the airport and finally found a beautiful wine bar. Loaded with beautiful wine bar boys. :) (interlude where I hear all the girls here go-- Whoop whoop!).
Um..... until they opened their mouths. I almost wanted to say, "hey, just sit there and look beautiful! Don't talk."
Alas-- they kept opening their mouths.
The gist of it: 4 wine bar guys were arguing in heavily Jersey'd accents about how much they hated each other, and their boss, whom I'm pretty sure wasn't present (and just gripping in general).
But they didn't leave where I was sitting when they did it. So picture a high-end bar with me sitting (no kidding) 2 feet in front of them.
And then picture the California therapist girl sitting there, listening to tons of emotions and a super dysfunctional conversation. Talk about stereotypes!
I had to say something. The angriest Jersey guy ended up crying while we explored his childhood, and where he wanted to go with his life.
And then I had to catch my next flight.
I hope that guy's okay. Jersey was another world that I'm glad I got the slightest glimpse of. Can't say that I'd want to live there, but I wouldn't trade the world for getting to visit there-- if only in the airport.
There you have it Duffis. :)
xo
Deb