Luck be a Lady

Since I was heading to AC soon after work on Friday, I went out with my mom and grandparents on Thursday to celebrate the B-day.



Ash and I headed to Atlantic City after work on Friday. We met up with the other car full of Kim, Brett, MaryKate, Susan & Jeff at the Maryland House. We arrive around midnight, checked into the ho-tel (aka 'the dorm') across the street from the Tropicana. 

Brett had left over comps from his Bachelor party but could only get one room so we had to split up. After waiting in a long line and talking with the most miserable front desk person we were handed a key to the "powder room" since all of the rooms regular were sold out. A powder room? Great, that'll be nice for the 7 of us to share. So we grumpily hike upstairs to the 22nd floor to find our "powder room" was basically the "parlor" section of one of the high-roller suites at the Tropicana. Good news: we had a incredible view with windows that wrapped around all sides, easy casino access and a sweet bar/sitting room area. Down side: there was only an open-up couch so we had to order some roll-away beds for half our crew that was staying at the Trop. After popping some B-day champagne and Georgetown cupcakes...

which then turned into firefly on the rocks...we headed down with some crisp hundred dollar bills to the black jack table. 

6 of the 7 of us made up an entire blackjack table (Ash was the bj virgin who decided to sit out the first couple shues so she could observe & try to pick it up). We gambled until the wee hours of the morning- all of us were up a few hundred bucks! Wahoo! 5:30 in the morning, red eyed we all fell into our beds. The next day we got up, had some much needed coffee and brunch, then it was back to the tables! My dad was visiting my grandma who lives only an hour away, decided to make the trip for a few hours. We played some more black jack until I decided to take a break to play some slots with my gram. I hate slots. I like blackjack because I feel as I have some say in winning or losing. The only appeal to them for slots was to pull the lever and now 99% of them just have some lame-ass button you push. I sit down for a chat with my gram, shove $10 in the slot machine and start unenthusiastically pushing the button on my 25c machine. DING DING DING after about 3 pushes of that magical little button my machine goes crazy & I'm $100 bucks richer. I just increased my investment by 1000%. Woot! For dinner us girls went over to the Borgata for some delicious sushi and wine at Izakaya ("a modern Japanese pub"). Mmmm...I love the Borgata and the Trop was fun, too, but there is no place to gamble like Harrah's. 

I remember going to Harrah's as a little kid with my high-roller grandparents and so badly wanting to be on the floor of the casino where all the action, strobing lights and noise was! We open up our own blackjack table again and played for hours before Brett and Jeff met us. It certainly great when you can sit at the table and play for hours - without having to keep breaking out more dinero. I pretty much gave all the money I had won back to Lady Luck herself, but the hours of entertainment, good company and free beer made it worth it! We grabbed a limo back to the trop, and hit the sack. 

Thanks for coming out, ya'll. It was fab to bring in year 2-5 with such great friends.