Atlantic City and me
Just got back from what TV Programmer called our "starter vacation" aka a couple days in Atlantic City.
Atlantic City.
We had planned on going to Cape May, but sensing that TV Programmer was not as enthused with my birdwatching/nature hike plans, I suggested Atlantic City at 5 in the morning on the day we were supposed to leave. We immediately booked a room at Caesars (You may hear that there is much opulence at Caesars. This is not true. There is, however, no lack of old people.)
Atlantic City. I did not win any money, TV Programmer did not take my craps advice, (Also, how dirty is Craps? Betting on the come line, anyone?). A man with no teeth tried to get me to go somewhere with him because he won 1000 dollars. A convenience store clerk refused to believe I was over 18 and did not sell me cigarettes. I did not sit by a pool. I only stuck a toe in the ocean. We played arcade games in Ocean City, and drank in an Irish Pub with an eighties cover band. There were no fights. There was sitting around in robes and eating peach salsa and chips, while watching Americas Next Top Model, which made up for a failed picnic that included ham juice and melted cheese product.
A good starter vacation. And I mean good, because, even though there was a distinct lack of opulence, there was a good amount of cleavage.
Atlantic City.
We had planned on going to Cape May, but sensing that TV Programmer was not as enthused with my birdwatching/nature hike plans, I suggested Atlantic City at 5 in the morning on the day we were supposed to leave. We immediately booked a room at Caesars (You may hear that there is much opulence at Caesars. This is not true. There is, however, no lack of old people.)
Atlantic City. I did not win any money, TV Programmer did not take my craps advice, (Also, how dirty is Craps? Betting on the come line, anyone?). A man with no teeth tried to get me to go somewhere with him because he won 1000 dollars. A convenience store clerk refused to believe I was over 18 and did not sell me cigarettes. I did not sit by a pool. I only stuck a toe in the ocean. We played arcade games in Ocean City, and drank in an Irish Pub with an eighties cover band. There were no fights. There was sitting around in robes and eating peach salsa and chips, while watching Americas Next Top Model, which made up for a failed picnic that included ham juice and melted cheese product.
A good starter vacation. And I mean good, because, even though there was a distinct lack of opulence, there was a good amount of cleavage.