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Ps. I hate packing!

Atlantic City

So, the thing is, we went to AC last weekend and had to decide that "What happens in AC, stays in AC." This means I can't spill anything out. And that probably is for the better... Apparently unconsciously I made the decision to spend the last 5 weekends (now:4) as reckless as possible. Job well done. A trip to Atlantic City, home of New Jersey's gamblers, with the J-Crew and Mish couldn't have been any better, it was like "Let's add a couple new scenes to 'The Hangover In New Jersey'" or something. But I also learned a few things: I can't open a bottle of wine with a nail file or a key but I can drink it. All of it. Alone. Blisters fcking hurt and make me cranky, but wearing Flip Flops in the snow is cool. You can't get pizza in the middle of the night (wtf?) but chicken noodle soup. Onion Rings may be trendy but you have to clean the face from grease (good friends do that). Guys shouldn't drink Cosmopolitans...but something else. Yes, we added an educational component to the latest journey. Good huh? What else happened? We chilled. At 'The Pool" and in the jacuzzi. Decadent. Picturesque. Perfect.



Oh yeah, we stayed at the Harrahs by the way. Nice hotel.
The others gambled. I didn't. Obviously.
We almost called the wambulance (notice the W, it's my new fav word!) for James because he got a little moody after a few too many drinks. :D

I don't know what else to say... but great times!!!

Nikki

Ps: If I have to watch the freaking Mc Donalds Fish commercial one more time, I'll go kill someone. Any suggestions? Or do you need a murder to be commited? Call me!