Under the Boardwalk Wednesday, May 25, 2005

The day after my big party last week, I was whisked off to Atlantic City for the weekend. I had to be drugged for this to happen --- paint it up and add all the glitz and strobes you want, man, but it's still the poor man's Vegas in fucking Jersey. It's Las Vegas: the Outlet. Anyway, it was just for the weekend and somehow ended up being a lot of fun.

We stayed on the boardwalk @ the Tropicana, which just got revamped. I didn't do any gambling even though everyone kept trying to lure me in, insisting my beginner's luck would deliver the goods. My horrorscope for the day actually said: Today is not a good day for gambling. Whatever, man. I saw enough old folks there gambling their retirement away @ the slots, they lost enough for the both of us. I'll keep that extra $50 in my checking account where it belongs and just upgrade my cable account or something. The way they build these hotels out there is just insane, you never have to leave anyway.

Me and J, being touristy.

The weather was gorgeous. I ate insane amounts of food. Wellington steaks, Cuban BBQ, Irish burgers, Mexican desserts, huge Southern brunches, Russian drinks, and LOTS of mojitos. On the first night there, my irish-mexican ass sat @ Ri-Ra's Irish Pub playing a drinking game called "The Mexican." A thousand doves were released, my soul merged with heaven, and my two heritage halves finally came together full circle. Who knew shit like that could happen in Jersey?

Pictures from both of my wonderful birthday parties will be up soon! It's been a fantastic week, winners. I haven't smiled this much since Nemo got found.

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