Remember back in June when I said I would take lots of pictures of my getaway to Ocean City, NJ?  Well I did that, but then never found the time to jot it down here.  So, here we go folks…a sampling of my Jersey Shore weekend getaway.

First off, I took Mr. BF as my passenger in the rental car…yes, I am the driver, he only pretends to navigate.

Then we planted ourselves at a sweet little motel, The Pavilion Motor Lodge, only 1 beach block from the ocean.

A girl can get used to a simple little motel with easy access to the rolling waves.  Well, I could get used to it…a little trashy, no frills, sounds about right.

And forget that Ocean City is a dry town…just a little drive over the bridge, a few bucks in my pocket, and voila…I got plenty of libations to stock my room’s mini fridge.  

And grab a “water bottle”, pour a drink, and I’m a happy camper at the Pavilion’s pool or on the beach.  Those motel owners and cops at the boardwalk are none the wiser.

When not soaking up the sun water side, BF and I found ourselves happily spending money in one of the many arcades on the boardwalk.

Between eating eachother in Pacman Royale (I think that’s the name), or killing zombies “like a true hero of mine”…

I found plenty of time to chow down on the grubby offerings the seaside stands have to offer:

Cotton Candy, Pizza, French Fries, Ice Cream, you name it…I ate it!

Afterall, I needed energy to aim a gun and shoot me some dead things at another arcade.

And more energy was needed in the amusement park to scream my head off like a 5yr old girl watching a Freddie Krueger movie.  Just look at this ride…nothing like being dropped 5 stories, then shot back up and dropped again.  Phew!  

Off the boardwalk, and not on the beach, we found plenty of fun too…

I found a store with vintage EVERYTHING….I got these pins, some Garbage Pail Kids, etc.

And at another store there was plenty or record browsing to be had, as well as other little shops contained in the same building.  Where it is that I found a cool little ring made from the face of a vintage watch.  Souvenirs galore, yo!

I give the family town of Ocean City, NJ a thumbs up!  I’ll go back even if I can’t buy a pina colada on the beach.

Arcades, waves, cotton candy, and sunshine is enough to woo me!