Yesterday was my 1st trip to the infamous Atlantic City, New Jersey. Now being that I've lived in New Jersey my whole life and I've been old enough to gamble for 3 years you would think that I would have been down there several times. Needless to say, it was my 1st time and I will say that I love it down there. Even though I came home about $200 poorer than I was when the day started but I had a great time. At first I wasn't going to go down there because I been trying to save money but then I realized it was only for 1 day so I decided to go. This guy I work with had a fight down there cause he does M.M.A. (mixed martial arts) so a lot of my fellow supervisors decided to go down and show him some love. I knew the day would be a long day once we met up at the job and this dude I'll call "Shame" forgets his/another guy's ticket for the fight at his house. 1st of all, "Shame" got a ride to our job so which means someone had to take him back home and secondly he live 25 minutes away from our job. Fortunately, this other guy I'll call "Marine" took "Shame" home & picked up 2 more guys. Nothing eventful happened on the way down besides the driver "Ginnie" admitting he was going to buy a hooker if he didn't bag a bitch at the bar. We got down to Atlantic City in just under 2 hours which is pretty good time being that "Ginnie" stopped like 4 times to smoke cigarettes. Somehow after we checked in the rest of the crew get there 10 minutes after us when they had to go in the opposite direction of the Garden State Parkway to get tickets & pick up "Squirrel"/"Dirty". Once everyone got in we went down to get some food at Hooters which was another 1st for me. Their wings are pretty good... I mean they ain't the best wings ever but they are pretty damn good. After that the gambling began and I started to play roulette. I must say roulette has to be the gayest shit ever. It all fuckin' luck!!!! I need some shit that requires some skills or something I can cheat at. I won a little bit of money at the roulette table but then I went on to play blackjack. Blackjack was treating me good once I learned the house rules. I got restless from gambling after like 3 hours and decided to go back upstairs to chill before the fight started. When I get upstairs it looks like a battlefield in both rooms. "Squirrel" is layed out across the bed and in the next room "Shame" is babbling about absolutely nothing at all. This other guy who comes with us, I'll call him "YB" is stumbling around the room in a drunken daze. "Shame" starts smacking "YB" in the face telling him to wake the fuck up. "YB" out of nowhere starts purposely banging his head in walls and then later on the mirror in the bathroom. "Shame" goes next door into my room and jumps on 'Squirrels" bed so he can wake up. "Squirrel" wasn't moving for nothing and if he wasn't snoring I would of thought he was fucking dead!! Out of nowhere "Squirrel" gets up, then him and "Shame" start smacking each other. I had enough of watching wasted white guys abuse each other so me some of the other guys decided to go to the fight because it was like 15 bouts that night. M.M.A. apparently is a sport that attracts A LOT of a good looking white chicks. I've NEVER seen so many white chicks with big butts in my life and yet alone in 1 place. So after about an hour of watching random people fight it was time for my co-worker to fight. And I was disappointed, this dude got his ass kicked!! He hit the dude like 4 times maybe 5 times and then was just fighting for his life for the other 10 minutes of the fight until dude choked his ass out. I heard after the fact the my co-worker was leaking blood from his ears!! I can't fuck any sport thats going to make my brain hemorage. After the fight is when the party really started because it was a lot more of co-workers around. One of my co-workers brought some dude he grew up with who turned out to be pretty cool. He paid for all my drinks when we were hitting the bars up so he's definitely on my good side. Me and my boy "Paco" got restless so we decided to go play blackjack. I was killing this time, I was up by like $600 before I got stupid and wanted to started betting $100 at a time so that money went real fast. "Paco" gets a call from the security booth because they have "Squirrel" in their custody. Apparently "Squirrel" was asleep on the stairs in the casino and needed to be taken back to the room. We had to take this clown back to the room so he wouldn't be falling asleep in random ass places anymore. When we leave the room and get back downstairs some dude is layed out in front of the elevator. Supposedly he started talking slick to 1 of the fighter and got knocked the fuck out real quick. Me and "Paco" link back up with some of our co-workers then I hear the most ridiculous story I've heard in years. "Shame" says he met a chick at the bar and her boyfriend gives him 4 grams of cocain to let her suck "Shame's" dick while he beats off!!! That is most ridiculous story I've heard in 2008, hands down!!! After losing the most of my money I decide to call it quits and get some food. Somehow these bastards want to charge me $14.50 for a Reuben Club sandwich with french fries!!! I'm not going to lie though, that was a good ass sandwich!! When we get back to the room, we just miss out on "Marine" almost killing someone because he was missing 2 of his pills! "Ginnie" is offering to get me and "Paco" a hooker in case we wanted to get our dicks sucked. At least he didn't offer himself or say that he got his dick sucked and got 4 grams of coke in return, lmao. I finally got too tired to stay up anymore even though "Ginnie"& "Marine" were banging our my door for beer that we didn't have. "Dirty" finally pops up out of nowhere is next door while I was trying to go to sleep so his ass was stuck since he didn't have a key of his own. Apparently though, he leaves the room in the middle of the night to gambles more and then he falls asleep under the Christmas tree in the main lobby. At least that's the story he was telling because security has to bring him upstairs after the fact. That in a nutshell was my trip to Atlantic City and I will be back very shortly because I realized once I got home that I was unknowingly counting cards while playing blackjack. From what I'm told that pretty damn good because they use like 6 decks of cards to try to keep people from doing just that. Maybe I'll hit it big next time around............
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