got to experience the magic of A.C. a few weekends ago. no, not aaron carter- the magical vegas of the east, Atlantic City. it was a belated (by six months) celebration of my friend kim's 21st, funded by her amazing, 5'1" father. it was my first casino/resort experience and the whole thing felt a lot like an infomercial cruise ship. as if that's a real thing. during my overnight stay I:
- got to catch up with james, ellen, baby eric, and kimbo. they were my good chums in high school and it was so nice to see them again and realize we have those magical friendships that just click back into place whenever we see each other, despite our terrible lack of communication while we're apart.
- ate at an all you can eat buffet
- jumped on our hotel beds, jumped between the hotel beds, did somersaults until i felt ill, created relay games, and improvised a game of baseball with pillows and only three bases. we played so hard, when kim walked back in the room she told us it smelled dank and we all needed to shower. SIGN OF A GOOD GAME.
- went out to a ridiculous club full of ten dollar shots and men with spikey hair. eric wore a long sleeve wool shirt like a dummy. lots of dancing ensued and there was a baller lady-dj so major thumbs up for that.
- ran into my friend sarah at the club. SUPER RANDOM. the universe is a strange place.
- played terrible slot machines.
- realized i hate slot machines. even when they're called 'kitty glitter' or lord of the rings themed. gambling makes me want to depression vomit all over the place.
- had a bang-up weekend celebrating with old friends.
if you like tacky things and overspending, i highly recommend this place.
- got to catch up with james, ellen, baby eric, and kimbo. they were my good chums in high school and it was so nice to see them again and realize we have those magical friendships that just click back into place whenever we see each other, despite our terrible lack of communication while we're apart.
- ate at an all you can eat buffet
- jumped on our hotel beds, jumped between the hotel beds, did somersaults until i felt ill, created relay games, and improvised a game of baseball with pillows and only three bases. we played so hard, when kim walked back in the room she told us it smelled dank and we all needed to shower. SIGN OF A GOOD GAME.
- went out to a ridiculous club full of ten dollar shots and men with spikey hair. eric wore a long sleeve wool shirt like a dummy. lots of dancing ensued and there was a baller lady-dj so major thumbs up for that.
- ran into my friend sarah at the club. SUPER RANDOM. the universe is a strange place.
- played terrible slot machines.
- realized i hate slot machines. even when they're called 'kitty glitter' or lord of the rings themed. gambling makes me want to depression vomit all over the place.
- had a bang-up weekend celebrating with old friends.
if you like tacky things and overspending, i highly recommend this place.
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