atlantic city!
so i went to atlantic city for the first time this weekend. my friend matt called me at about 5 pm friday saying a friend of his had a free room at the hilton and wondered if i wanted to come. since i had never been, i decided hey, why not? well turns out the matt's friend was this guy timmy i met once about a year ago and didn't like too much.... 50 years old, nice blue-collar guy, likes his bud ice..... until about a dozen or so drinks in when he's not so nice anymore. also apparently he's a big gambler. woooohoo. so the three of us set off in timmy's nice big chevy truck, matt driving, me in the front djing the ipod, timmy in the back already drinking behind the tinted windows. we got lost in newark for a bit, but once we were on the parkway we flew down there.
so we got to the hilton and checked into our room, 1111. the hotel was nice but the whole atmosphere i found really depressing. all those old people in the casino gambling their savings away on the slot machines... and of course the slots now are all computers, digital screens and push buttons instead of levers.... it doesn't seem like anything is chance, it's all totally rigged. the only thing i really liked was the free drinks that kept flowing with dollar tips to the tired-looking waitresses. after a couple rum and cokes, gambling started to become somewhat appealing. as soon as i figured out what the machines meant, the difference between betting different lines, whatever, i started to have fun. at one point i won $16.35 on nickel slots, which made me pretty happy. then of course i lost it. matt and i went up to the room for a while for some alone time while timmy continued to play and drink, then came back to the floor when i decided i wanted more drinks. i was on a mission to get good and drunk and enjoy myself. i stopped by the roulette table with $20, and since the minimum bet was $5 i left with nothing about 3 minutes later, even though i bet my lucky number (27), my age (21) and our lucky room number (11). damn.
we retired for the night at about 4:30 or 5 and got some room service. then timmy decided to go gamble some more, so matt and i had sex again and fell asleep. about 9 am i woke up and noticed he still wasn't back yet, but about 5 minutes later timmy came in through the door, up $1000 and with enough money on his comp card to pay for a good room service breakfast.... croissants and 4 drinks for me (i was still on my drunken-binge-weekend mission). after breakfast we decided to go down to the pool. i hadn't known there would be a pool, so i hadn't packed my bathing suit. no problem, i wore some boyshort panties and tied a bandanna around me for a top. they were totally different colors and didn't look so great together, but whatever. we were the only people at the pool anyway, until an old lady came down to swim some laps after a while. The pool was gorgeous, sculptures everywhere and a painted ceiling with skylights and the iron-grey ocean right outside the window. we had fun splashing around and playing, then we decided to go in the sauna. only the saunas were single-sex so matt and i decided to go upstairs again, and asked timmy to stay down for another 20 or 30 minutes before joining us. so we go upstairs, and we haven't even gotten undressed yet when who comes upstairs but timmy, who has by now passed the border from amusing drunk into annoying drunk, saying he couldn't stay in the sauna because there were "a couple of old faggots in there!"
I started to get really frustrated with him at this point, he was sloppy and annoying and all i wanted was some alone time with my man..... but not only would he not take a hint, he wouldn't take a direct request to leave us alone. Also he kept asking me to give him a blowjob.... and i said no, no, no..... MAYBE if you SHUT THE FUCK UP..... only he didn't shut the fuck up. He kept singing bits from the tom petty song "last dance with mary jane", mostly the line "oh my my, oh hell yes, baby put on that party dress," only after a while it had degenerated down to "oh my my..... put on your PARTY DRESS!" with delivery reminiscent of a drunk retarded william shatner. frustrated, i decided to storm out and go drink in the casino some more but matt stopped me and i snuck in the bathroom for a minute while he told timmy i had gone downstairs and he should go find me.
so then while he was gone we took the truck to go see the city outside the hotel. we drove down the strip, past the big glitzy hotels, and a block away all the dilapidated housing projects with wild-eyed crackheads shuffling around outside among the stray cats. what a fucking depressing place. we went to taco bell for lunch, then returned and parked the truck in the same spot so he wouldn't know we left. we came back to the room and a bit later timmy came up, down to his last $100 dollars, drunk as hell and belligerent. we decided he needed to sober up, and he said he had enough on his comp to pay for the buffet for all three of us.
so we go down to the buffet, timmy making inappropriate banter all the way and still yelling about a party dress. he flirts with the lady where we enter the buffet, and he keeps saying he's a mormon and matt and i are his two wives.... never mind that mormons don't drink or gamble or marry men.... anyway turns out his comp only has enough to pay for the buffet for ONE person, and anyway it's twice as cheap if you pay cash. we go down to the promotions desk to see if we can work something out, after all he's lost so much money here. it was like babysitting trying to keep an eye on him. he tried to cut in line, told random women he wanted to marry them, and kept announcing to the world that my red hair matches the carpet. the comp desk said no, $21 was all he had available, sorry, so i ended up paying cash for the buffet. it was good, lots of yummy fresh seafood and shit like that. timmy wandered off alone and nearly got kicked out of the buffet, but i talked this lady out of it, apologizing and promising to keep an eye on him. i made sure he ate plenty of bread and shit like that too. he was still belligerent when he came out of the buffet, and he was pissed at me for some reason, so we split up again and matt and i went to go outside and check out the beach... we got on the escalator downstairs and timmy, standing over the escalator, picked up one of the potted pointsettas decorating the ledge and DROPPED IT onto the escalator just a couple steps in front of us. it was fucking ridiculous! who does that shit? i just about died laughing. we went out and walked along the beach again... i love the ocean in winter, it's so stark and grey and beautiful. then we went back to the slots and i pretended to play long enough to get another drink (which i NEEDED after babysitting the drunken buffoon!) then we went back upstairs...... only to find timmy passed out in front of the doorway. so we snuck past him into the room, had sex, then came out and pretended we had just come upstairs. the housekeeper down the hall had just called security on him, so we hustled him inside and started packing up.
we left at about 6 pm, and it took us 90 minutes between when we got on the parkway and when we got home to matt's place in passaic. we were doing at least 90 most of the way... it was fun listening to freebird and barreling up the parkway at 100mph... felt fucking great. timmy was hollering about how he hated me, i was a mean old girl.... and then a minute later telling me i was so pretty and so nice... he kept trying to touch me, and i kept telling him to stop it, and after about the thirteenth time i snapped and screamed at him, and he was pretty good after that.
all in all, it was a fun time.... and it was a good thing timmy had a prescription for xanax and shared a few pills, because without them i would not have been able to handle his drunk insanity. fun times, but i'm not going back for a long time.
so we got to the hilton and checked into our room, 1111. the hotel was nice but the whole atmosphere i found really depressing. all those old people in the casino gambling their savings away on the slot machines... and of course the slots now are all computers, digital screens and push buttons instead of levers.... it doesn't seem like anything is chance, it's all totally rigged. the only thing i really liked was the free drinks that kept flowing with dollar tips to the tired-looking waitresses. after a couple rum and cokes, gambling started to become somewhat appealing. as soon as i figured out what the machines meant, the difference between betting different lines, whatever, i started to have fun. at one point i won $16.35 on nickel slots, which made me pretty happy. then of course i lost it. matt and i went up to the room for a while for some alone time while timmy continued to play and drink, then came back to the floor when i decided i wanted more drinks. i was on a mission to get good and drunk and enjoy myself. i stopped by the roulette table with $20, and since the minimum bet was $5 i left with nothing about 3 minutes later, even though i bet my lucky number (27), my age (21) and our lucky room number (11). damn.
we retired for the night at about 4:30 or 5 and got some room service. then timmy decided to go gamble some more, so matt and i had sex again and fell asleep. about 9 am i woke up and noticed he still wasn't back yet, but about 5 minutes later timmy came in through the door, up $1000 and with enough money on his comp card to pay for a good room service breakfast.... croissants and 4 drinks for me (i was still on my drunken-binge-weekend mission). after breakfast we decided to go down to the pool. i hadn't known there would be a pool, so i hadn't packed my bathing suit. no problem, i wore some boyshort panties and tied a bandanna around me for a top. they were totally different colors and didn't look so great together, but whatever. we were the only people at the pool anyway, until an old lady came down to swim some laps after a while. The pool was gorgeous, sculptures everywhere and a painted ceiling with skylights and the iron-grey ocean right outside the window. we had fun splashing around and playing, then we decided to go in the sauna. only the saunas were single-sex so matt and i decided to go upstairs again, and asked timmy to stay down for another 20 or 30 minutes before joining us. so we go upstairs, and we haven't even gotten undressed yet when who comes upstairs but timmy, who has by now passed the border from amusing drunk into annoying drunk, saying he couldn't stay in the sauna because there were "a couple of old faggots in there!"
I started to get really frustrated with him at this point, he was sloppy and annoying and all i wanted was some alone time with my man..... but not only would he not take a hint, he wouldn't take a direct request to leave us alone. Also he kept asking me to give him a blowjob.... and i said no, no, no..... MAYBE if you SHUT THE FUCK UP..... only he didn't shut the fuck up. He kept singing bits from the tom petty song "last dance with mary jane", mostly the line "oh my my, oh hell yes, baby put on that party dress," only after a while it had degenerated down to "oh my my..... put on your PARTY DRESS!" with delivery reminiscent of a drunk retarded william shatner. frustrated, i decided to storm out and go drink in the casino some more but matt stopped me and i snuck in the bathroom for a minute while he told timmy i had gone downstairs and he should go find me.
so then while he was gone we took the truck to go see the city outside the hotel. we drove down the strip, past the big glitzy hotels, and a block away all the dilapidated housing projects with wild-eyed crackheads shuffling around outside among the stray cats. what a fucking depressing place. we went to taco bell for lunch, then returned and parked the truck in the same spot so he wouldn't know we left. we came back to the room and a bit later timmy came up, down to his last $100 dollars, drunk as hell and belligerent. we decided he needed to sober up, and he said he had enough on his comp to pay for the buffet for all three of us.
so we go down to the buffet, timmy making inappropriate banter all the way and still yelling about a party dress. he flirts with the lady where we enter the buffet, and he keeps saying he's a mormon and matt and i are his two wives.... never mind that mormons don't drink or gamble or marry men.... anyway turns out his comp only has enough to pay for the buffet for ONE person, and anyway it's twice as cheap if you pay cash. we go down to the promotions desk to see if we can work something out, after all he's lost so much money here. it was like babysitting trying to keep an eye on him. he tried to cut in line, told random women he wanted to marry them, and kept announcing to the world that my red hair matches the carpet. the comp desk said no, $21 was all he had available, sorry, so i ended up paying cash for the buffet. it was good, lots of yummy fresh seafood and shit like that. timmy wandered off alone and nearly got kicked out of the buffet, but i talked this lady out of it, apologizing and promising to keep an eye on him. i made sure he ate plenty of bread and shit like that too. he was still belligerent when he came out of the buffet, and he was pissed at me for some reason, so we split up again and matt and i went to go outside and check out the beach... we got on the escalator downstairs and timmy, standing over the escalator, picked up one of the potted pointsettas decorating the ledge and DROPPED IT onto the escalator just a couple steps in front of us. it was fucking ridiculous! who does that shit? i just about died laughing. we went out and walked along the beach again... i love the ocean in winter, it's so stark and grey and beautiful. then we went back to the slots and i pretended to play long enough to get another drink (which i NEEDED after babysitting the drunken buffoon!) then we went back upstairs...... only to find timmy passed out in front of the doorway. so we snuck past him into the room, had sex, then came out and pretended we had just come upstairs. the housekeeper down the hall had just called security on him, so we hustled him inside and started packing up.
we left at about 6 pm, and it took us 90 minutes between when we got on the parkway and when we got home to matt's place in passaic. we were doing at least 90 most of the way... it was fun listening to freebird and barreling up the parkway at 100mph... felt fucking great. timmy was hollering about how he hated me, i was a mean old girl.... and then a minute later telling me i was so pretty and so nice... he kept trying to touch me, and i kept telling him to stop it, and after about the thirteenth time i snapped and screamed at him, and he was pretty good after that.
all in all, it was a fun time.... and it was a good thing timmy had a prescription for xanax and shared a few pills, because without them i would not have been able to handle his drunk insanity. fun times, but i'm not going back for a long time.