We caravan-ed out of the city around 9pm.
Desperate to stock up on a weekend's supply of alcohol before stores closed, we made several unsuccessful stops at various supermarkets and convenience stores, including one in East Orange - crackhead capital of the world.
We continued driving through the wilderness...
...and at 11:58pm were about to give up hope...when suddenly out of the corner of our eye, we spotted a big beacon of alcoholic goodness that said "BEER".
Almost without hesitation...or regard for human life...we pulled a crazy U-turn and made it into the store with literally seconds to spare before closing time.
The checkout lady was cranky and would only allow us one alcohol item per person.
It was totally lame. But we were so overjoyed to not be completely deprived of life-giving alcohol that we each gleefully grabbed a case and a random sandwich and made off, laughing, into the night.
Poconos!!!!!
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