Adventures in Jersey

Yesterday, boyfriend and I decided to take a little trip. We would travel down Route 46, eat bagels, and play mini golf at this cool indoor place I'd heard about. With the address of said place of mini golf in Tim, my trusty gps, we got in the Subaru, and we drove.




An hour later, Tim said we had reached our destination but "Oh Tim!" I thought, "I see no mini golf!" No matter, we were dying for bagel goodness, so we trekked on, knowing we'd find the golf later. And finding bagels was of course, also a fail. Until, because of needing to go to the bathroom so badly Aimee popped into a Kohls' and asked the ladies at the service desk if they "knew anywhere we could get really good bagels", we were led to what I'm sure is one of the heavenly circles.





Perfect bagels. Crunchy on the outside and soft on the inside, which as my boyfriend will tell you, is the recipe for a perfect bagel. I savored the best sundried tomato cream cheese I've ever had. We were thrilled, we'd been so long without Jersey bagels but for these, it was well worth it.

To make a very long story VERY short, though we were revitalized with carbs and iced tea, we continued to be unable to find the golf. We even had to make a stop at boyfriend's nearby grandparent's house in order to get MORE useless directions. In the end, after a significant amount of frustration and talk of the elusive overpass, we did make it to our destination.




Polo Ralph Lauren rugby. Joyce Leslie wool vest. American Eagle Outfitters denim mini. Jessica Simpson boots.

Monster Mini Golf. Half mini golf, half haunted house. All blacklights and loud music and a disco ball, and it was lovely.