Atlantic City Allstars!

Just got back from Atlantic City, and I'm freakin exhausted!

The HIE crew and I took the train down to good old A.C., and I had an awesome time. It would be too much to comment on ALL of the events of the trip, but I will recap some highlights.

I almost killed quite a few people with my burdensome purple suitcase. Tripping people, running people over, and otherwise crushing them with the weight of the suitcase... you would think I was going away for months the way I packed.

I lost my money playing Roulette. You'd think that I would hate the game that I squandered all of my money on, but it's my new favorite game! Red, black..... it was all very exciting! I never knew money could fly out of your wallet so quickly.

I didn't tip the drink girl cause I ran out of money at the Roulette table. Sorry, drink girl.

James and I almost died on the "Escalator of Death" in the House of Blues section. Seriously, that thing is gonna send someone flying headfirst onto the casino floor sometime real soon.

No one told me that there was going to be a random dance party at 3 a.m. in my hotel room.
James and I were almost in dreamland when David Scott decided he wanted to have a party, and we were the guests of honor. At first I couldn't even see what was happening, but then I put my glasses on and witnessed David dropping it like it's hot. It was like nothing I've ever seen, honestly. One minute he was completely quiet, and I was almost asleep, and the next minute David is whipping his shirt around, playing air guitar, and partying like it's 1999. I've never seen anyone rock out to B.O.B by Outkast like I did at that point in time. This continued for about 45 minutes, until James threatened to throw him out of our 15th story window. He quieted down and decided to go lose more money at the Monopoly slots.

The next morning was full of Starbucks goodness, and a lot of whining because no one got any sleep the night before due to the 3 a.m. dance party extravaganza. We walked a gazillion miles to the outlet shops, walked a gazillion miles back to the hotel, then took the "scenic" route back to the train station. We pissed off our "Jitney" driver, got safely on the train, and no one died from being impaled by my purple suitcase. I would say the trip was a success! I had a wonderful time and I can't wait to do it again very soon.

Whattaya say guys.... roulette, anyone?