And if we both might be having the same imaginary conversation...
First things first - I need this for AIM and text messages on my phone. Stat.
If it's good enough for the Chairman, it's good enough for me!
Anyway, ahem, another week, another Atlantic City trip in the books, this one featuring a revamped cast of characters: Justin, VanWhy, Dave Lantzito and myself. Justin and I did no load blowing like we had for previous trips, so my liver was 100% ready for action this time around. The ride down was basically uneventful, we met up with Danny where his bus let off, the Trop, and it was off to White House. On the way there, Justin was attracted to a woman in a car next to us. He rolled down my window, and began carrying on a conversation with her at a stop light.
Justin: Hey!
No response
Justin: Hey! Hello!
Lady In The Benz: [Smiles, and points to her phone]
Justin: Oh! You're on the phone, huh? I'm sorry.
LITB: It's okay, I was just wrapping up.
Justin: Who was that? Your boyfriend?
LITB: (Laughing) No, no...
Justin: Oh - well, you're very pretty. It must've been your husband.
LITB: Actually, I'm a widow...
Justin: Oh! Well, that's alright. I'm getting divorced!
She took off after that.
We got to the White House and while waiting for a booth, Justin noticed a Jewish woman coming out. He wished her a happy new year in Hebrew. She stared blankly back at him. They talked for a bit, though it was not clear if she was also a widow.
After eating, we headed to the Showboat for some free valet service. I had gotten a comp room for us at the Taj Mahal, obviously because I'm such a high roller.
Bubba on the Spot
So we headed over there soon after. The guy let me know that the room wouldn't be ready for about an hour or so, so we had some gambling to do. Danny and Dave had to play for 30 minutes to get a free room, free parking and $50 dollar gas rebate. I had to play $40 bucks to get a 17 piece Martha Stewart glassware set!
If it's good enough for the Chairman...
So I plopped down next to Lantz on a Cashman machine and immediately began winning. I ended up cashing out a little over $100, which was fantastic. Dave and Danny played their 30 minutes, and Justin sweated and bitched about the air conditioning not being cold enough, repeatedly yelling at casino employees to, "Tell Don to turn up the air!"
After we found the room, it was time for some happy hour debauchery. After that, it was off to the Irish Pub, as has become standard. Again, we arrived via rickshaw. This time, however, it was a middle aged female that was pushing us - and there were more bodies involved. We crammed all four of us into a cart designed for 3 at the most (Danny maintained a position on my lap. Not that kind of position.), and commanded her to "Mush!" She told us a story about how the rickshaws got started, and it was probably a farce. Justin called her out on some facts that didn't add up, and she told us about her kids. We also tried to race with other carts, but that would've led to a sudden cardiac explosion inside the woman's chest. She only charged us $8 total, so that was pretty alright.
We got inside the Pub, plopped down at the bar, and continued having hours that were happy. I'm also pretty sure I drank an entire bottle of Black Bush here. We ordered some food, because you can't go wrong at the Pub. While waiting for our meal, some DJ in the dining room was running a trivia contest. I never did get the specifics, but I'm pretty sure it was one of those person-with-the-most-correct-answers-gets-a-t-shirt deals. So, natch, as he queried the diners multiple choice style, we shouted out "A!" or "C!" to the corresponding question. Some lady came over and gave us the business about yelling answers, but we shrugged her off. The bartender, however, came over at one point and threatened to kick us out for this activity. I couldn't - and still don't - really grasp why. I mean, it's up to the person filling out the form if they believe us. We were just four drunk post-college kids yelling letters. Who the fuck are we?
Fuckin' amazing, that's right.
We wrapped up things here and decided to go to the Borgata to catch a band. The Borgata is the newest casino down there, and it's across town at the Marina. We took a shuttle there, which was good because it's about a mile and a half away. And it was raining.
Anyway, we got there and the gambling quickly ensued. Justin and Dave had found a blackjack table. Justin was losing, but talking to some 30-year-old, so he was happy. I had to pee, so I headed off. While in the bathroom, I got a call from Danny's pseudo-girlfriend Dina. I ignored the first one - I really had to go - and the second - still going - but the third had to be answered. She was slightly panicked on the other end, saying that Danny had been talking to her, but was lost in the casino with no money and a dead cell phone.
Bubba, search party of one.
I washed up, and began to scour the casino. It felt like I had been searching for about an hour and a half, but I was drunk, so it was probably closer to 15 minutes. I stopped off at some cafe thing to collect my thoughts. And order food I could make Danny pay for; this was, after all, a search at his expense. I figured that he at least knew where we were staying, so maybe he headed back there. I grabbed a taxi back to the hotel, and had him take every possible way back to the Taj, checking every side street for the redheadded bastard but there were no signs of him. After hitting the Taj, I gave the guy a huge tip and headed inside. I figured I hit the room and gather some more search supplies (read: money for drinking). I slid my key into the lock, opened the door, and - TA DA - there was Danny, smoking in the hotel room. I smacked him, and we headed back to the Borgata. He had convinced me that we were better off walking, and I believed him. I'm not really sure why, it was a horrible idea. After getting back to the casino, we found Justin and Dave at a bar where Danny became very good at ordering drinks, but not so good at paying for them. He also went and chatted up a girl wearing a "SCRANTON" hoodie, while I spoke with her friend. We exchanged phone numbers, and made plans to hang out later. We went back to Justin and Dave, finished off watching a glorious Red Sox victory, and headed back to the hotel. Danny and I made a pit-stop at the earlier happy hour bar. It was about 4.30 now. The bartender was a nice enough guy, chatting it up with us. I convinced Justin and Dave to come down and Justin immediately got into it with the guy, asking about the tap system. In the Taj, at least, nobody pours any liquor. It all comes out of a tap, like you'd usually see soda dispensed. This blew Justins drunk mind, and he pressured the guy like some kind of congressional hearing was going on. The guy was getting tired of this, saying "Kid... did you go to college? It's technology!"
Back to the room and passed out at 6.30. Woke up, grabbed lunch, headed home, watched the VP debate at Lantz's.
Russ and Mer came in the next night. I got out of work and we grabbed Vicky (as in, 'picked up'). This was fantastic. I hadn't hung out with her in a long time, but it was insane. I forgot how much fun we had together. We picked up (as in, 'grabbed') Mer and drove around until someone suggested going to Donahue's in Wilkes-Barre. I'd never been there, but Mer and Vicky said they used to get served as underagers. Cool. We hung out in the darkened back room for a bit, then went to Hops. I think we hit up Perkins after this, and Russ lost his cellphone under the booth. When the waitress came for our order, I was speaking to Vicky, who had gone under the table to retrieve the phone. After, we met up with Justin and hung out at his family's store for a bit. There's not too much to highlight; it was just a really fun night with everyone. Vicky and I made plans for Tolteca and a fundraiser spaghetti dinner. 6 bucks? PUMPED.
As an aside, I'd been to the Borgata before. I went to see Ben Folds with some people - I'm pretty sure Maday, Jymmie and Eli were involved, but I couldn't track down an entry. I did, however, find this entry, which made me laugh a lot.
Update: This is the only mention of the trip I could find. Rufus sucked ass.
That is all.
If it's good enough for the Chairman, it's good enough for me!
Anyway, ahem, another week, another Atlantic City trip in the books, this one featuring a revamped cast of characters: Justin, VanWhy, Dave Lantzito and myself. Justin and I did no load blowing like we had for previous trips, so my liver was 100% ready for action this time around. The ride down was basically uneventful, we met up with Danny where his bus let off, the Trop, and it was off to White House. On the way there, Justin was attracted to a woman in a car next to us. He rolled down my window, and began carrying on a conversation with her at a stop light.
Justin: Hey!
No response
Justin: Hey! Hello!
Lady In The Benz: [Smiles, and points to her phone]
Justin: Oh! You're on the phone, huh? I'm sorry.
LITB: It's okay, I was just wrapping up.
Justin: Who was that? Your boyfriend?
LITB: (Laughing) No, no...
Justin: Oh - well, you're very pretty. It must've been your husband.
LITB: Actually, I'm a widow...
Justin: Oh! Well, that's alright. I'm getting divorced!
She took off after that.
We got to the White House and while waiting for a booth, Justin noticed a Jewish woman coming out. He wished her a happy new year in Hebrew. She stared blankly back at him. They talked for a bit, though it was not clear if she was also a widow.
After eating, we headed to the Showboat for some free valet service. I had gotten a comp room for us at the Taj Mahal, obviously because I'm such a high roller.
Bubba on the Spot
So we headed over there soon after. The guy let me know that the room wouldn't be ready for about an hour or so, so we had some gambling to do. Danny and Dave had to play for 30 minutes to get a free room, free parking and $50 dollar gas rebate. I had to play $40 bucks to get a 17 piece Martha Stewart glassware set!
If it's good enough for the Chairman...
So I plopped down next to Lantz on a Cashman machine and immediately began winning. I ended up cashing out a little over $100, which was fantastic. Dave and Danny played their 30 minutes, and Justin sweated and bitched about the air conditioning not being cold enough, repeatedly yelling at casino employees to, "Tell Don to turn up the air!"
After we found the room, it was time for some happy hour debauchery. After that, it was off to the Irish Pub, as has become standard. Again, we arrived via rickshaw. This time, however, it was a middle aged female that was pushing us - and there were more bodies involved. We crammed all four of us into a cart designed for 3 at the most (Danny maintained a position on my lap. Not that kind of position.), and commanded her to "Mush!" She told us a story about how the rickshaws got started, and it was probably a farce. Justin called her out on some facts that didn't add up, and she told us about her kids. We also tried to race with other carts, but that would've led to a sudden cardiac explosion inside the woman's chest. She only charged us $8 total, so that was pretty alright.
We got inside the Pub, plopped down at the bar, and continued having hours that were happy. I'm also pretty sure I drank an entire bottle of Black Bush here. We ordered some food, because you can't go wrong at the Pub. While waiting for our meal, some DJ in the dining room was running a trivia contest. I never did get the specifics, but I'm pretty sure it was one of those person-with-the-most-correct-answers-gets-a-t-shirt deals. So, natch, as he queried the diners multiple choice style, we shouted out "A!" or "C!" to the corresponding question. Some lady came over and gave us the business about yelling answers, but we shrugged her off. The bartender, however, came over at one point and threatened to kick us out for this activity. I couldn't - and still don't - really grasp why. I mean, it's up to the person filling out the form if they believe us. We were just four drunk post-college kids yelling letters. Who the fuck are we?
Fuckin' amazing, that's right.
We wrapped up things here and decided to go to the Borgata to catch a band. The Borgata is the newest casino down there, and it's across town at the Marina. We took a shuttle there, which was good because it's about a mile and a half away. And it was raining.
Anyway, we got there and the gambling quickly ensued. Justin and Dave had found a blackjack table. Justin was losing, but talking to some 30-year-old, so he was happy. I had to pee, so I headed off. While in the bathroom, I got a call from Danny's pseudo-girlfriend Dina. I ignored the first one - I really had to go - and the second - still going - but the third had to be answered. She was slightly panicked on the other end, saying that Danny had been talking to her, but was lost in the casino with no money and a dead cell phone.
Bubba, search party of one.
I washed up, and began to scour the casino. It felt like I had been searching for about an hour and a half, but I was drunk, so it was probably closer to 15 minutes. I stopped off at some cafe thing to collect my thoughts. And order food I could make Danny pay for; this was, after all, a search at his expense. I figured that he at least knew where we were staying, so maybe he headed back there. I grabbed a taxi back to the hotel, and had him take every possible way back to the Taj, checking every side street for the redheadded bastard but there were no signs of him. After hitting the Taj, I gave the guy a huge tip and headed inside. I figured I hit the room and gather some more search supplies (read: money for drinking). I slid my key into the lock, opened the door, and - TA DA - there was Danny, smoking in the hotel room. I smacked him, and we headed back to the Borgata. He had convinced me that we were better off walking, and I believed him. I'm not really sure why, it was a horrible idea. After getting back to the casino, we found Justin and Dave at a bar where Danny became very good at ordering drinks, but not so good at paying for them. He also went and chatted up a girl wearing a "SCRANTON" hoodie, while I spoke with her friend. We exchanged phone numbers, and made plans to hang out later. We went back to Justin and Dave, finished off watching a glorious Red Sox victory, and headed back to the hotel. Danny and I made a pit-stop at the earlier happy hour bar. It was about 4.30 now. The bartender was a nice enough guy, chatting it up with us. I convinced Justin and Dave to come down and Justin immediately got into it with the guy, asking about the tap system. In the Taj, at least, nobody pours any liquor. It all comes out of a tap, like you'd usually see soda dispensed. This blew Justins drunk mind, and he pressured the guy like some kind of congressional hearing was going on. The guy was getting tired of this, saying "Kid... did you go to college? It's technology!"
Back to the room and passed out at 6.30. Woke up, grabbed lunch, headed home, watched the VP debate at Lantz's.
Russ and Mer came in the next night. I got out of work and we grabbed Vicky (as in, 'picked up'). This was fantastic. I hadn't hung out with her in a long time, but it was insane. I forgot how much fun we had together. We picked up (as in, 'grabbed') Mer and drove around until someone suggested going to Donahue's in Wilkes-Barre. I'd never been there, but Mer and Vicky said they used to get served as underagers. Cool. We hung out in the darkened back room for a bit, then went to Hops. I think we hit up Perkins after this, and Russ lost his cellphone under the booth. When the waitress came for our order, I was speaking to Vicky, who had gone under the table to retrieve the phone. After, we met up with Justin and hung out at his family's store for a bit. There's not too much to highlight; it was just a really fun night with everyone. Vicky and I made plans for Tolteca and a fundraiser spaghetti dinner. 6 bucks? PUMPED.
As an aside, I'd been to the Borgata before. I went to see Ben Folds with some people - I'm pretty sure Maday, Jymmie and Eli were involved, but I couldn't track down an entry. I did, however, find this entry, which made me laugh a lot.
Update: This is the only mention of the trip I could find. Rufus sucked ass.
That is all.