By Antony Teofilo
May 31, 2004
Exit The Jersey World – Part 1
On Friday nights from 9 until 3am, I work as a doorman and occasional bouncer, if a whiskey-washed flashpoint flares, at a pub a few doors from my main street apartment. For six hours, I’m that sober guy in the huge crowd of drunken revelers. I don't think I'll be hurting any feelings if I admit that there other ways I'd enjoy spending the first night of my weekend. But I need the dough.
When I’m not there, I toss take'n'bake pies, slam out sub sandwiches for the lunch rush, and wash'n'rinse copious amounts of stainless steel under the exacting vigilance of several vindictive, gossip mongering 19-year-old 'team leaders' at a deli my dad used to own.
Ugh.
For a guy like me, ten days roaming the sights and scenes of JERSEY GIRL made Disneyworld look like a neglected neighborhood sandlot.
As this is my last column addressing my time on JERSEY GIRL (and I'm well- aware that a lengthy, maudlin farewell is never entertaining to anybody but the sap that delivers it) I thought I'd give you a peek at a few of the events and ennui that didn't make it into the column over the last year.
