Atlantic City, Day One

(1)
Figured I should at least get a picture of all that money before I go blow it.

(2)
Atlantic City. Just follow the Garden State Parkway down.

(3)
Off I go!

(4)
I was supposed to leave at noon? Whoops. I did finish watching My Fellow Americans, which was very amusing.

(5)

..I hate the parkway. I’ve driven a lot of places, and few things annoy me more than this road.

(6)
Ah, a shitty motel room. Well, could have been worse. I stayed in one motel room with my dad that smelled bad. Flaws aside, at least it seemed clean.

(7)
Feeling insecure about the water, my pee remained very yellow for the weekend, as my water intake dropped.

(8)
Oh look, a mirror. Maybe I could pose with it.

(9)
Hrm. I’ve never ordered takeout before. The thought scares me. I considered doing this as a learning experience.

(10)
But first, Next Generation.

(11)
I could not let this curl go unphotographed!

(12)
..I was aiming for the door. I missed? I was number 204. *twirls finger* So much for the number 206 reoccurring again.

(13)
..I don’t want to talk about it.

(Meaning, I’ll break the centering and chat.)

This trip wasn’t my idea. Alex was worried I’d vegetate over break. And really, I was up to this point. So she told me to go down to Atlantic City. She gave me an itinerary, and I did the rest. I called the motel, but it didn’t cross my mind whether to ask whether they had breakfast. A silly think I ended up chastizing myself over. But that wasn’t all. There was no shampoo/conditioner in the room. I scratched my head.

I realized, “This is not a good environment. But you’re not here to sit and vegetate in yet another place. You need to get out of here. Improvise.” So I decided to go for a drive so I’d have a sense of direction when I wanted to actually go someplace.

(14)
Road into Atlantic City.

(15)
Welcome to MonopolyLand. Look, North Carolina Avenue.

(16)
Look, Pennsyltucky Avenue.

(17)
Look, an .. elephant?

(18)
Shows how effective advertising is. I’ve heard of Showboat, but have no clue what it is.

(19)
Oh, hello.

(20)
Wandering down Pacific Avenue.

(21)
The lights on Atlantic Avenue. ..I think that’s what I was on.

(22)
Sunset.

(23)
Went to get supplies.

(24)
Went to find a map. (Failed.)

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Supplies.

(26)
Mmm, fiber.

(27)
Mental supplies. Ended up not touching either book.

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(28)
Dedication in the self-esteem book.

(29)
Wanting to keep things simple, I went to Dennys for dinner. Haven’t been to one since I met Sharon. There’s simply not that many Dennys in North Jersey.

(30)
I wrote while drinking tea.

(31)
I ate.

(32)
Food was fine, service was horrible. Not the worst. Amazingly, I’ve had worse. *shrugs* Oh well. If I was my dad, I would have thrown a fit.

…But I’m not my dad. I smiled and took my damn time while they ignored me!

Oh, and they didn’t charge me for tea. Damn straight.

(33)
Re-reading the word “relax” on the itinerary, I stripped down to my undies, and put on my wife-beater. Hey, “relax” also means “feel sexy.”

(34)
Time to admire myself!

(35)
Time to make silly faces!

(36)
I do not remember the point of this shot! Eeek, bikini line!!!!

(37)
I don’t think my facial expression came out right in these.

(38)
Well, at least the rest of me looks okay.

(39)

Oooh, NAKED TIME!

(40)
Trying to smile.

(41)
Sort of smiling?

(42)
I just look stupid there.

(43)
Eh, this set wasn’t the best, I’ll do better on another day.

(44)
Randomly decided to pluck pubic hair around the base of my penis.

(45)
I drank milk!

I remember staying up late watching Style Channel, and birthing stories on Discovery. I’m an odd boy.
End Day One.