Atantic City Saturday

For obvious reasons, I'm going to keep this post to a "short list." So many things can happen in just one evening, but this is a list of a few things I happened to take note of. Let me just say also that there is a major discrepancy between how hot the women in casinos are ON TV and how many wheelchairs and walkers you'll actually trip over whilst strolling through at 5am.

-Harasking the Showboat bartender if he knows anyone who can "keep the party going" as loudly as possible. Several times. At 9am on Sunday.

-Thinking that the sign pictured below is enough presence at the front desk of a FULL hotel (Good Job Javier!):


-Having ZERO cell service available above the first floor of a 25 floor hotel with 1300 rooms. WHAT. THE. FUCK.

-Asking me, several drinks deep at the bar, if we can go to Philly to use my microwave for cat surgery at 8am...since obviously, that's the CLOSEST possible microwave available when the hotel rooms in ATLANTIC CITY aren't equipped with one.

-Assuming when someone says they are going to sleep, they mean "Sure, I'd love to drive home after you go back out to drink 5 hours before checkout."

-SIX FUCKING DOLLARS AND FOURTY-TWO FUCKING CENTS FOR 2 MACINTOSH APPLES. I called the front desk inquiring about apples in the wee hours of the morning. I've NEVER been charged for 2 fucking apples in my life at a hotel...let alone at a FUCKING CASINO where they give away booze by the bucketful. And let's face it, if you ask for apples, NO ONE wants a goddamn macintosh.

-Smoking a cigarette in a hallway under a smoke detector and acting surprised when Javier comes up, asks what you are doing, and tells you "Don't you hear that beeping? You are setting the alarms off." (I felt really stupid about this, especially since I'd asked if anyone else heard the noise that sounded like "a digital chicken")


Aside from all that, AC was a fucking blast.