sorry for the bad photo, i didn't bring my camera so i was stuck with my phone.
as for asbury lanes, i'm not kidding, there was a beat-the-hell-up, dirty red, dented, t-top camaro (late 70s) wreck parked right in front of this joint. nothing screams "jersey" like asbury lanes - and its all good, babe. the car represented the "jersey" i moved away from - asbury lanes, the best of jersey.
i'll get shit for this, but i'm probably not gonna see these cats again, but the guys and dolls in there are in full rockabilly mode - high style in every sense, and very well done.
this place kicks ass - sadly we didn't show up until late and the band had already walked off, but picture a small stage in the middle of the bowling alley lanes and an interior style that screams "i fucking love 1954" with a modern twist.
love the joint.
next up: heading up to my aunt patty's and uncle tony's house for a bit and then back down to the shore to see my aunt olga (who i saw last night! felt bad being there so late - sorry!) and my uncle mike.
2 comments:
Great Blog Jay!
We'll miss you at the game tomorrow but we moved the cigar game to the 8th so we can hear your cannonball tales while we take your prize money!
Have a great and safe trip.
I love the blog, too Jay! Can't wait to hear about the various adventures and misadventures along the way. Cool navigational toys, too. Tim P
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