Atlantic City

Atlantic City

I never really told you about the trip, and now that its been over for a week, I feel that I can, though I'm still sad that it's all over.

We left Charleroi, around 1:30 Friday afternoon after a fun problem with our rental car. The pretty Ford Focus we had didn't like the key to turn in the ignition, so we swapped it for a Pontiac Sunfire. (Too damn small with no leg room even for short people)

The drive to Atlantic City was fine until we realized that Yahoo directions are on crack. So we ended up taking the long way. We went in on the Garden State Parkway to route 168 then to the Atlantic City Expressway. (shakes)

I remember smelling the ocean for the first time on that stretch of road. The ocean! The Atlantic! This huge body of water that I've never seen before in my life until now!

The Tropicana is a beautiful Hotel/Casino/Resort. Slot machines are everywhere, all shiny and pretty and rattling with money, that refused to come out for me. I did win about 5 dollars, but I figured since I only spent three....I'd just blow the winnings in the nickel slots. (Which are fun if you can understand the damn things..which I don't)

I never got to swim, which depressed me to no end, but on the last day I did get to put my toe in the ocean, which was unbelievably cold.

My favorite part of Atlantic City? THE BOARDWALK! I could have kept walking and gone the whole length of the thing, if my sister's leggies would have held up. The boardwalk is full of wonderful things, dollar stores, clothing stores, souvenir shops and loads of restaurants, not to mention all the gorgeous casinos. I've never seen anything like it.

Now for the concert. To read my review just go to Wenches. There's a teeny tiny picture posted there. This weekend I hope to get all my pictures sorted out so I can email them to those of you that would like to see them. I know I've sent them out to a few of you. I hope you enjoyed the Moody Beauty. I will say one thing, it's nearly impossible to hold a camera steady with Justin Hayward looking down at you, you're legs start knocking and your heart starts racing. OK, that's just me, but I have a ginormous crush on the man.

Thanks for putting up with my post-concert/trip depression. I'll try to be over it soon. If you go to my fotolog, you'll see some of my random pictures from the trip as well.