Sep 14, 2006 18:37
i cannot stop eating oriental rice cracker mix. also, i hate using the word "oriental," but thats what its called.
atlantic city was amazing. i was completely wrong about it being a cespool.... in fact, i think i wanna live in caesers forever. every morning maria and i walked to the starbucks on the boardwalk and got a coffee to take down the beach. we'd walk with our feet in the water and i grew fond of skipping shells in to the ocean. we had perfect weather by day, and by night we gambled, drank for free, and ate steak dinners on comp points. i left with $150 and came home with $290... needless to say, i played the shit out of nickel slots. i was partcularly fond of the striptease game- if you get the bonus you choose a stripper and take her clothing off while racking up points until she stops you. my other favorite was the creature from the black lagoon game... on that bonus you go to a snack bar and choose five tastey snacks, or you watch a clip of the movie, either way winning mega bucks! i was sad to come home, because we really had a blast. the boardwalk freaks were out in full force, and i don't think i could ever get enough of that.
homework. seriously. its so hard to come home from vacation.
and i suddenly find myself with an empty bag of snack mix. mehr.