Longtime readers of this blog know all about my love affair w Atlantic City. But for the less familiar, AC and I have HISTORY — and I was ready to make more.
Saturday night. The Borgata. After the buffet, a decent $5 chardonnay and 2 cloyingly sweet but free white wines, here were the totals. Me $161.50. NOT TOO SHABBY. John $69. WOOHOO. My mom: HAD FUN ANYWAY. And we’ll leave it at that.
Sunday. Peddler’s Village. Brunch @ the Cock n’ Bull. The corn pudding was excellent and the petit fours a dream. Post meal roundup: Me, Mommy, Maddie & Georgia, ALL OKAY. John: NOT. B/c John got food poisoning and spent the car ride home vomiting into a shopping bag.
Afterward, John & I went to the Eagles game. YES MY HUSBAND IS A TROOPER. And thank Goodness. B/c the game was AMAZING. Except that this was my view.
And this was John’s.
Yes, that is a security guard sitting on my husband’s lap.
Although my husband put a brave face on things, by the end of the game it had gotten OLD. When we complained, we were cursed out by the higher-up security guards on the field – the one even threatened to beat the hell out of John.
On a good note, I was not sat upon. And after the game, David Akers threw his wristband to ME! And I also caught Deshawn Jackson’s sweaty towel. Both of which I immediately put on. ANd even though everyone around me said EWWWwWWwWwW. I said AHHHhhHHHHHHhHHHH.