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How I Love New Jersey

I've never really had any face-to-face contact with New Jersey before. It was always a mythical place of big hair, Bon Jovi, and Bruce Springsteen (for those of you who know me, you know that I am NOT one of the millions who worship him). But this weekend I had ample time to ply its leafy boulevards, make lots of u-turns, and really get to know the garden state.

I got REALLY BIG HAIR, courtesy of Dominic Matthew Salon, formerly Hair Visions on Route 46 East in Parsippany. My hair was so big, it stood on its own for a full two days.

I drank champagne in a pool at the Benedict-Livingston Historic Home with girls in bikinis and studs in Greek fisherman hats (okay, so must of the girls were my friends from high school and the guys their boyfriends/husbands).

I hung out in Hoboken. And let me proclaim from the rooftops how cool Hoboken is. I am in love with this place, where I ate a frosted cupcake with my chai and drooled over the 50s-formica bar counter.

Oh yes, I love New Jersey. It is no longer the "dirtyjers" to me. And that's a big complement coming from someone who grew up in the "eastaroch."

Minga.