There are undeniably a few rite of passages every teenager in Cherry Hill experiences. Hard fought battles on the JCC hardwood. Drinking Smirnoff vodka out of a water bottle in a Short Hills basement. Vitos. Summers, however are reserved for one of two things:
A. Expensive teen tours with your Jewish friends.
B. Living it up at your parents (also probably Jewish) Margate house.
The latter apparently reached a new level of turnt this past Memorial Day Weekend, also know as “MDW”.
“In a town jammed with visitors to launch the summer season this weekend, Margate police had their hands full — with juveniles from out of town.
He said a fight involving 300 teens broke out on the Washington Avenue beach, home of Lucy the Elephant, at 2 p.m. Saturday and led to three arrests for assault and disorderly conduct.
Additionally, a police officer was hit with a Gatorade bottle.
“There were so many people fighting they had to get help from Ventnor and Longport,” Bergeron said. “They’re really disrespectful.”
Hundreds of teens congregated on the sidewalks and at the entrance to the Wawa for hours Saturday night, but Bergeron said there’s not much Margate police can do to disperse them. Curfew laws have proven problematic to enforce, he said.”
I blame the parents, I really do. This is what happens when you drag little Benjamin to hebrew school every Sunday and Tuesday. This is what happens when your 17 year olds car is nicer than their algebra teachers in the same parking lot. This is what happens when your daughter, instead of selling lemonade outdoors, is online shopping for lululemon’s. Kids seek a thrill and start to rebel. Having said that, it sounds like a pretty good time. Not going to lie, Wawa, drugs and alcohol check off most of the boxes in terms of what people are looking for on a big holiday weekend. Add in a total lack of regard for authority and taking over a place where you have no business being with a complete sense of entitlement and what more could you ask for? Kind of makes my friends and I look like pussies. Sure we might have drank down the shore but our parents knew where we were and we weren’t badasses throwing gatorades at cops. Those kids must be cool! We used to have anxiety when pregames hit double digits, these kids are in droves of 300 like King Leonidas fighting each other. Proud to see my hometown grow up. And these are most likely kids from the east side! Imagine what those barbarians from the wild wild west are up to these days, sheesh!
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