we are allowed to drink in the street.

You guys, WE ARE ALLOWED TO DRINK IN THE STREET. IT IS PERMITTED BY LAW. We are enjoying ourselves IMMENSELY. HOW CAN WE KEEP THIS FOREVER?!

Working on a line-less tan at Enos Jones Park.

In fact, I’ve been enjoying myself so incredibly immensely that I’m only just writing about it now. It’s a beautiful vacation life and it’s been going on for a couple of weeks (since May 15), this drinking in the street. And it’s everything we’ve ever wanted. Everything we’ve hoped for. Yes, we’ve alway wanted to drink in the street. It’s all we think about.

Not very socially distant – we’ll do better.

Some of us have been to places like New Orleans and Las Vegas and maybe even Savannah where you’re able to get drinks to go and drink IN THE STREET. Many of us have tried to get drinks in bars or at liquor stores and have brought them into the street with intent to drink in the street, with varying degrees of success. I will say that I’m pretty sure it’s always been okay and legal to openly and brazenly drink on NJTransit but that could be my own wishful thinking.

Brown baggin’ a mango White Claw from Ed & Mary’s

We, the citizens of Chilltown (JK I never call it that), have always wondered why we weren’t blessed with the beautiful gift of drinking outside from our state or city government but then we remember New Jersey politics were once run by actual, literal mobsters and things are still a little weird. Someone, somewhere, between the banks of the Hudson River/Atlantic Ocean and the Delaware River/Bay, is benefiting from us not drinking in the street. They probably think they’re really important and they’re definitely smoking a cigar.

The Archer is perhaps killing the proverbial “IT” most of all.

But for now, only WE benefit. We’ve been waiting for this. We’ve worked hard and we’ve been behaving ourselves, only drinking inside the boundaries of restaurants and backyards, and we DESERVE THIS.

The “Summer School” from Porta. There’s vodka.

I’ve found myself in more than one public park running around blowing bubbles at children and getting them to yell “WAHOO!’ with me.

Checking to see if my eyeliner was crooked. It was crooked.

We’ve turned Newark Ave into a drunken dance cardio class.

Drank so much in the street that I became one with a tree.

More frozen rum drinks than one could ever keep count of have been consumed.

A “Missionary’s Downfall” from The Archer. THIS IS MY FAVORITE DRINK OF THE APOCALYPSE.

On Sunday while drinking on the street I drooled all over a Golden Retriever and kept telling him he was the “Quarterback of the Dog World!” Actually…I think I was right about that. They ARE the quarterbacks of the dog world.

More fun, tropical, vacation-like rum DRANKS from Harry’s Daughter.

Perhaps most fantastic of all is the fact that the drink selling establishments close by like 10pm. So then I can GO HOME and no one can talk me into staying out. Because there is nowhere to go. So then the next day I can wake up and work out and do my work and live a full life.

At this point I need to go home.

Overall it has been a beautiful time in our collective city history, and it’s all taken place under a cheerful blue sky and a relentless sun that has made me acceptably tan. We’ll always remember this time fondly, I think, once they take our drinking in the street privileges away. Because they will.

Keyhole with the frozen Moscow Mule!

Nothing gold can stay.

White Star makes an INCRED lemonade.

Yesterday our Jersey City restaurants opened for outdoor dining. Like actual dining where you sit outside the restaurant in a special area and you have table service. We were unable to attend because we were exhausted and still recovering from 3 days of outdoor drinking, IN THE STREET.

Corgi Spirits is not on the street but still a great place to drink in the outdoors at any time in cultural or political history, not just during the apocalypse.

Tonight we’ll check out the dining. But please let us drink in the street forever and ever and never take it away ever again, amen.

Social distance reminders.
This dog loves drinking on the street.

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