Atlantic City, Day Three

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Woke up feeling kind of blah.

Told myself, “Get up. We can make something of today. The best is still to come.”

(2)
Felt clean, so I nixed a shower.

Here I’m tucking my package away into new undies.

(3)
Socks.

(4)
Pants.

(5)
Time to rock on.

(6)
Though, I was naturally skeptical at the time.

(7)
Shoes on to get my jews on.

(8)
Buffet! That’ll be cheap and delicious!

(9)
Except I was slightly late for it. *pouts*

(10)
I ended up here.

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“Phoenix Diner.”

Waitress was a bit spastic, but food was okay and cheaper than my diner. I people-watched a little?

(12)
It.. was not nearly as dark out as it looks in this picture!

(Make a left to head to Atlantic City, right to the parkway.)

(13)
Way to advertise something that can’t meet expectations.

(14)
…Cliff handed me my ass with Mediterranean and Baltic last time we played (Monopoly).

(15)
I was looking for Lucy, but missed a turn. I was on Ventnor when I was supposed to be on Atlantic. So I kept going, turning around before I hit Ocean City.

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It was more scenic as I was driving?

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Oh. There she is.

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Hrm. Well, Alex wanted me to go here, so I decided to investigate and have a sense of humor about me.

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..Oh. Doesn’t open until April. Not her fault, Alex meant well.

(20)
Elephant Ass.

(21)
This doesn’t quite help me in understanding why there’s an elephant here.

(22)
This might be good if you bring kiddies.

(23)
Parked at the Trump Taj Mahel. Four bucks, now that’s more like it!

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No, nothing important. I wanted to remember where I parked!

(25)
Next on the intinerary was Ripley’s Believe It Or Not.

Look, the Jersey Devil.

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*giggles mindlessly*
I wish my shealth needed to be that size.

(27)
My kind of urinal.

Except, I had to #2 really bad.

(28)
Exterior.

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Frame of reference.

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Atlantic Ocean.
I was surprised at the air didn’t taste/smell salty at all.

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Stuff?

(32)
Mere pictures can’t capture the inside of the Trump Taj Mahal.

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Not wanting to be a huge dork, I ditched my camera back at the van. Wandering around a little more. I can say I actually gambled. I ditched some nickels in a slot machine. I put them in, waved bye-bye, and hit a button. Yup. I gave fifteen cents to Donald J. Trump without a fight. Does that count?

Eventually went to the Hard Rock Café. I noticed a huge line to get in and immediately turned around. I paused, and sat for a moment. “You’ve come all this way just to LEAVE? Where are you going to eat?” I don’t like crowded places. I don’t mind waiting with friends. But by myself?

I got up and told myself, “Just go see what the wait is, and WAIT.” It was suggested to me that I eat at the bar. I blinked. I’ve never been to the “bar” before. So I went to the bar, glanced at the menu, and ordered a pulled pork sandwich, and a long island iced tea.

Now I’ve heard the story about the Long Island Iced Tea. It supposedly doesn’t taste like alcohol. I watched her make it. I saw all the booze she poured into that glass. Only a hint of soda, and a lemon on top. I gotta say, that was the hardest drink that didn’t taste like anything. Delicious. By the time my food came, I got a good buzz. Did I mention I had an empty stomach? The food more or less kept my buzz from getting worse. I kept my attention moving, absorbing the scenary.

I have a one to six scale of intoxication, based on how I’d feel if I were doing shots of vodka. If I’m drinking, I typically spot myself three shots to get a buzz. Four, and my inhibitions may go down. Five and I’ll have trouble walking. Six and I’ll be curled up on a couch waiting for it to end. At least, that’s what my experience has been. I felt around three to four.

There were four cute chicks sitting to my right, smoking. The ventilation in the building was so good that I didn’t smell it at all. And no, I didn’t talk to them. Please, you’d have to get me SMASHED to do that. Besides, smoking is a huge turn-off.

The food was good. After I finished the drink, I immediately asked for the (cute female) bartender for some water. I’m not stupid. Water will clean my system out. I went to go pee, got more water, laid down in the van for a little bit, peed, and left. And then I came back to the motel room and woo-hooed.

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And immediately got naked.

(35)
I still felt incredibly full. Do I look fat to you? : D

And I swear, my ribs are always showing. Hrm.

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Quickly wrote in my journal. (Naked. *giggles*)

(37)
Yeeeeaaahhhh…

Turned of the TV after Office Space concluded.

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But not before doing some push-ups and sit-ups. Hey, I missed a workout! : D

I wasn’t aware I could do two sets of 20 push-ups. WOOO!

(39)
Felt good about myself.

End Day Three.