It’s hard to admit, but I hated Atlantic City even before I stepped foot within 100 miles of the place…and I don’t know why, even to this day. Maybe because:
- It was located in New Jersey
- It wasn’t located in Nevada
- Or the cast from MTV’s ‘Jersey Shore’ went there one episode
Last weekend, I visited AC with my brother, Luke, and a few friends. We stayed at the Borgata and had a fantastic time. The place was packed and pumping; people were everywhere. A few of us won some money, a few lost. Poker was great: my brother and I played for about two to three hours and drank five to six [free] beers. The room was very nice and the bathroom & shower were simply perfect. We had an amazing steak dinner at Old Homestead (despite the 50 minute wait with reservations), and then partied the night away at Mur Mur. Upon leaving the club in the wee hours of the morning, we spread the roulette board. I, of course, lost but my buddy won a few thousand. Good for him! Room service never tasted so good.
Luke and I drove home the next morning and saw a car on fire at a gas station. How symbolic! We’re the car, the gas station is AC and the fire truck is work on Monday.
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