This weekend was my first ever trip to Atlantic City and I didn't do a stitch of gambling. I suppose that wasn't really my intent in the first place, but it seems to be the drawing tourist factor, I'm just not much of a gambler. My main man picked me up Saturday morning and after my mother was assured he was not a serial killer, we drove the hour and a half back to his place so I could meet his parents. I knew I had nothing to worry about, and I was quite right because apparently afterwords his mother very pointedly told him to be sure he steps his game up. Oh yes, Mystie is the type of girl you can take home to mom.



After crossing a few bridges and flipping off a few Jersey drivers we wiped the summer butt-sweat off our backsides and checked into our suite. I knew there was going to be a kitchen, I'd seen the pictures online, but I was still shocked to see that they included everything right down to the quintessential butcher knife in case of any sudden urges to re-enact scenes from slasher flicks. There was also a colander for head protection.

Okay, so a good part of the reason I wanted to head to AC was to walk the boardwalk and laugh at masturbating monkey toys and 20 year old postcards in the souvenir shops. I did just that while dodging guys pulling people around in carts or, more accurately, guys pulling around empty carts and yelling at people to get the fuck out of their way. I was pretty mesmerized by it all but I think the boyfriend was a bit taken aback because up until it's recent sale, his beachside adventures were at his grandmother's beach house in Sea Isle, which apparently has a completely different atmosphere. It seems we may need to be taking another beach trip this summer. I'm going to pencil it on the list after "Ghost hunting in Gettysburg."



There was a fantastic Asian Supermarket across the street from our hotel which we merrily stomped through piling our cart up with Ramune, Pocky, CC Lemon, Pucca, Hell Bank Notes, and dragon figures. There were so many types of ground fish paste and odd spices that my head spun even attempting to fathom what dishes might be made with them. Frankly, the raw fish smell was pouring over 75% of the store, which is why we were glad the wooden shrines were on the opposite end of the fish. It was mutually agreed that giant wooden shrines would look awesome in our prospective living room.

Sadly I didn't get much along the lines of photos, at least not aside from the teeth-rottingly sweet photo of the happy couple. I'll spare you what I've failed to spare all my friends and everyone I work with.