“WHAT A WEEK!!! Sometimes we all need to let loose and unwind. I’m so wound up I can eat nails and poop out screws. My back aches, my feet hurt, my eye has some weird bump/sty thing going on with it. I am a mess.”
That was me a week and a half ago, trying to wind down and write a blog entry. I finally had my little excursion to Atlantic City, my favorite cheap lil’ local vacation spot. I feel a little better, although I’m still experiencing a little anxiety. I really need to save up and really go away, somewhere far, where people seldom speak English. Hopefully by the end of the year.
I love Atlantic City, it’s the Jersey girl in me. It is the perfect blend of trash and glam. It’s not fake like Las Vegas and I think that is what I like about it. I can’t deal with all show and no personality, like Times Square cookie cutter image of a big city. I like the imperfections in life, wonky boardwalk floors, cheesy gift shops, cheap boardwalk food, a dirty little city beach, gum stuck under my flip flop…especially when its not trying to be anymore than what it is. It is a fun little town. I wish I had more time to spend there, but Jeremy can only get away for two days since he does not have vacation time yet, and he was the friend I chose to drag with me. He needed his first Atlantic ocean/REAL JERSEY SHORE experience (fuck you MTV’S Jersey Shore).
Step out of your hotel room and hit the boardwalk wood. Listen to the hollow footsteps as you walk down the famous stretch.THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP. The smell of grilled foods and pizza fills the air, as the breeze from the ocean kisses your sunburned face. Is that chicken I smell, and boardwalk fries?! Throw some salt and vinegar onto those bad boys and drink it down with a cold beer. Look around, see the smiling faces of those who won big and see the disappointed looks of the ones that lost it all on one hand. Is that a crack head skittering by? Whoa, jump to the left he’s muttering angrily at a June bug. Look its an Atlantic City Boardwalk kitty walking by, I name her CHUY (Chewie) since she’s missing the tip of an ear. Her real name is Molly. I insist on calling her Chuy. OH NO, it’s starting to rain! Let’s get lost in this Casino and have a jolly good time!
I miss it already.
I really need to take some pics of my own to really capture what I think is just so amazing about this place. Camera come to me soon!!