As cheesy as it sounds, being "DTS" isn't just about geographical location. The Jersey Shore is a headspace, an ideology, and an all-for-one vacationland democracy. It's the dogma of Wawa, the melody of car horns on Route 35, and the firm conviction that there are no calories in disco fries consumed outdoors.
It's ripping down the parkway at 80mph with the windows down and Q104.3 way up, and getting passed on the right because you're going too damn slow, asshole.
It's mini golf and boogie boards and beer -- cheap, cold, delicious plastic cupfuls of the stuff that perspires under the beating sun on a rickety deck of a beachfront bar as you wait patiently for your fried clams to arrive.
Yeah that was a run-on, but so what? The Jersey Shore, man. If you don't know, now you know.