My cousins visited from Connecticut this week and they wanted to relive some memories from their pre-CT childhood on the Seaside boardwalk. We strolled for a bit, hitting all the major spots and grabbed some slices at the Sawmill ($5 for a slice and a small Diet Coke, but $3.99 for a slice and a Miller Lite – really?) We passed the Beachcomber and there was a huge sign out front telling anyone that came in they could be filmed. Sure enough, Sammi and Vinny were sitting at the bar having what must have been a very serious, intimate and not-at-all scripted conversation, surrounded by all their friends (who happened to have camera, lighting equipment and boom mics) and of course a gaggle of on-lookers.

Satisfied with this brief sighting, we walked on and played some skee-ball and were about to shuffle out to the pier to check out all the rides when some other very, very tan people had the same idea. J-Woww and Snooki and an entourage of crew members and security guards came barreling through. You could barely see Snooki through the crowd, but once everyone in the immediate area figured out that the Princess of Poughkeepsie was at the nucleus of the scrum, a tidal wave of people followed them out onto the pier. They went on a couple rides – including the haunted house. (Not sure what’s more frightening – the costumed people who try to scare you inside, or Snickers’ outfit – who wears furry boots in late July?!?) Pictures after the jump.

Check it out:

Ladies waiting to get on the ride: note the trucker hat.

Crowd following closely behind and a security guard futilely trying to shoo everyone away.

Deep in conversation?

During their night out on the boards, the girls stopped to play Shoot the Guido and Snooki ironically shot paintballs at a plasticized version of herself. We also saw Rhode Island’s favorite son DJ Pauly D poking his blow out out the Shore Store on the north end to talk to a security guard. Tweens formed a long, long to get into the store to have their brush with reality royalty. While all this went on, MTV security guards and Seaside Heights special police officers tried to keep the crowds from gathering around the “reality” stars and crew and anyone with a camera got scolded. How my mother (yes, my mother) was able to get these shots, I’ll never know. I stayed back and attempted to hang my head in shame that were following the world’s most famous guidettes around.