Sunday 22nd June 2014
Midday
I’m going to have to do a separate blog post for all the AC photos. It’ll be like the movie adaption of this weekend…
In the car on the way back to Virginia. We had a bit of a farce trying to check out as all the lifts in the hotel seemed to have also gone on vacay, but are now speeding our way to the land of rolling fields and country road(kill)s. Also turned out that they charged us way less than we anticipated, which can only be a plus. I got all excited when the cash machine gave me $50 bills: ballin’.
On Friday evening we headed out down the boardwalk to have dinner in a place called Margaritaville, which funnily enough is in the same franchise as the crappy restaurant ShortButSweet used to work in til they shut down. We then explored the boardwalk and the fair a bit, before heading to a casino. There are a ton of them on the boardwalk, mostly within hotels – and a lot of the hotels are somehow all connected so you can just walk from casino to casino through big carpeted airport-style walkways.
So stepped I for the first time into a casino. It was just… Bizarre. Absolutely mahoosive rooms filled with tables and slot machines and bright lights and signs and cashier desks and security guards and waitresses. They had rooms specifically for high-value bets where I guess you’d go if you were a special breed of doofus. It was just crazy.
Another thing I can’t get my head around is how they get away with having smoking sections in casinos here. Similar to Vienna and Bratislava where I visited last year, there is law in place so you can’t smoke inside… Like Europe-wide law… But somehow you also totally can. It would be classic Murrica to have some kind of by-law to give you the ‘right to shove a smoke in your gub whilst slot-machining’ – freedom and liberty and all that…
Anyway, we played some of the 1 cent slot machines – ShortButSweet managed to make $5 but LittleBitFierce and I had zero luck. The whole thing was totally arbitrary – pretty colours and flashing lights but absolutely no skill involved whatsoever. It was a novelty but I don’t think I could ever get addicted to it (they do say lawyers are risk-averse, but I think it’s probably just because I have minimal moolah…). I reckon if you had cash and could play the card games well you’d probably get a lot more out of it. Plus I like the word ‘croupier’. There were a lot of sketchy folk there too – lots of ‘Jersey’ women, all older with the massive hair and fake nails and tan; a lot of bachelor and bachelorette parties; and just dodge old dudes lurking about.
We went down the other end of the boardwalk after that, which is more cutesy and in better nick, and there was a band and a light show on the side of one of the buildings with music and all. It was cool that the boardwalk was buzzing at all hours, and the whole set-up still managed to be beach-holiday family-friendly despite all the gambling, and sketchy folk dandering about.
Then on Saturday we went to Starbucks again for breakfast and then did a bit of shopping for clothes. LittleBitFierce got four pairs of shoes for $130, so if tax-free shopping isn’t the American Dream I don’t know what is. We decided to play mini golf on the boardwalk, which was great fun. The overcast and cloudy sky broke into sunshine and we putted our way around the cute little course before grabbing some lunch and then hitting up a beer garden in the warmth.
After getting back to the hotel we went to the pool and then got ready to head out for our last evening in AC: Atlantic City or Bust. It started in strange fashion by being approached by these two kids as we walked down the boardwalk for dinner, who were all ‘we’re doing a survey for college, can we ask you some questions?’ We wanted somebody to take out photo so we traded 10 minutes in for a group shot. They were friendly but it turned out they were Christians sent to do Christian things and so the questions were all intense things like ‘what is your idea of what Heaven looks like?’, and ‘on a scale of 1 to 10 how much does God want to get to know you?’ Mannn. They may have chosen some nice, wholesome-looking white girls to survey but we were still in Sin City.
The others wanted to relive a chunk of childhood so we had dinner in a places called the Rainforest CafĂ©, which they put a big effort into making all themed with moving animals and waterfalls and fish and whatnot. They had a ‘tropical thunderstorm’ that happened every 30 minutes. It was actually pretty fun – feeling like a kid but drinking cocktails. And telling the time by how many rainstorms there had been was pretty novel.
Feeling, I suppose, still full of the spirit of themed entertainment, we headed to a Wild West casino-bar. There was a great party atmosphere, as the place had a band, tons of bachelor[ette] parties and pretty cheap beer… But the downsides were that it was hellaloud and we got stuck for a while with some doofus guys whose chat-up line was trying to guess what our jobs were (unimpressed face), and could not be doing with the bad chat; and they also had girls in skimps cowgirl outfits dancing on the bar as well, which was not toooo seedy but mega tacky. We did the classic text-under-the-table and high-tailed it to the restrooms another casino…
We moved on to Caesar’s, which was way bigger and more upmarket. We did a few more slot machines (I suck at it but ShortButSweet managed to swap presidents – turning a dollar bill into five) and then went to the bar. It was quieter, so we could chat, but there was a very surreal and mildly disconcerting atmosphere created by dudes smoking cigars, and more bar dancers but this was pretty seedy. At least the ‘Wild West Vixens’ had routines to suggestive songs about riding and lassoing – these girls were just wearing very little and being all strip-club-y. They swapped every half hour and it was now a case of working out the time by when the table-dancing girls changed shifts instead of that magical rainforest monsoon of a few hours before (want some chalk with your cheese?). There are no clocks in casinos, ya see.
We ended the night back in the hotel bar and reprimanded the bartender for the state we ended up in on Thursday night. He said “the Giggle Girls have come back”. What a legacy to leave behind in Atlantic City, the Vegas of the East Coast. Well, the really tiny, time-stuck Vegas.