The Dirty Jerz

As we do for most away tournaments, Emily and I drove with Kate and Abby.  We timed our Friday drive perfectly, so it only took four hours to get to Absecon; we were not as lucky on Sunday night, driving for 5 1/2 hours to get home.  In between, we drove 35 minutes from our hotel to each game, as well as to Atlantic City for dinner.  Why not?
I have to say, we've been to New Jersey for tournaments several times, but always the northern part of the state. Driving that far south was not fun and aside from the turf farm where the games were played, the area we were in was desolate and unattractive.  But when you are with your friends, you can have fun anywhere.

Obligatory selfie from the backseat as we started out. 

Obligatory selfie on the Tappan Zee Bridge. 

Friday night dinner - adding bestie Meg and her mom to the mix. 

Philly cheesesteak fries after the second game on Saturday.  She ate every single bite. 

Did you actually go to the tournament if you didn't get the sweatshirt? 

The whole team got these sweatshirts, including their name and number.  Happy kids all around. 

Atlantic City Boardwalk. 

These are my people. 

Dinner at Margaritaville. 

Ready to rock and roll on Sunday morning - reading while we waited to pack up to car. 

Our usual position at every game - with the opposing team parents. 

Last rest stop on the Garden State Parkway.