Jersify my thug

So, even though the Red Sox are dropping games left and right, I'm having trouble looking at the Coco Crisp shirt I have on without grimacing and thinking of a .264 batting average, and my taco salad dinner was delivered to me without a crispy tortilla shell, I'm in surprisingly good spirits. All thanks to New Jersey- went out yesterday for a pig roast/graduation party/beer pong extravaganza and ended up staying all day today to chill by a pool and soak up some of the sun's sweet sweet rays. Sometimes it's good to get out of the city.

At one point, floating on a raft in the middle of the pool, frosty beverage in hand, I turned to Kathleen and said, "Is it just me, or do you feel like you're in a Corona commercial?" She turned to me from her raft, gave me a look like I was crazy and promptly reminded me that we were in fact in the armpit of the nation. Maybe armpits aren't so bad... raise your hand if you're Sure.