Yesterday, my family and I went to Atlantic City. It's one of those bus deals where you pay $26 and they'll cart you away to the miniature of sin city. As you enter Trump Plaza, you are given $20 back so you can gamble, a card that tracks your spending, and a $5 coupon for the buffet. Not bad huh? Of course, I don't really gamble. Yesterday though, I decided to try it out and lost $7. Yeah, big spender...hahaha! But the thought of giving away my money playing a game that I find to be really boring is not at all appealing. My cousin Jacob and I played only at the first half of the day and walked around the boardwalk for the most of the second half of the day. Enjoying the beach and the exciting things --like the half naked dancers, and the silver painted mime...whom I have to say was not really good at what he was doing but since he was the only one with the same "act" at the boardwalk, he attracted lots of people. Anyway, there was the African American Jazz festival that was quite fabulous though we were not able to sit down and watch the bands. Jake wanted to see Caesar’s so we went there after some starbucks refreshments. It looks the same as the Trump Plaza. Nothing new to see really but he tried his luck once more and lost (though at some point he was up like $5-10 or something then lost it all again). After that, we headed back to the bus and we left for home. I passed out during the trips for having about 4 hours of sleep because A and I went out to Adam's Morgan.
But I never really understood why people like to gamble. I don't understand the rush they get. Am I just weird? I find it a total waste. Granted I know that if ever let myself just play without my guard up, I would end up losing a lot more than $7. I randomly get addicted to something and quitting would take a lot of effort. So why bother? I would rather use that money to buy something nice. I have no problem with that. (Well, sometimes there's buyer's remorse but I don't get that all the time).
Anyway, Jacob and I talked about relationships and his theory on why men do not want to get married. Lack of commitment kinda stuff as well as if you are already living with the guy, what's his incentive to get married? He already has the perks of marriage without all the commitment and pressure. Complicated stuff really. I don't really understand guys. I just hope and pray that the man for me would be full of commitment and would have no problem with marriage and everything that goes along with it --good and bad. I for one don't intend to divorce hence the pickiness. So, need to be more patient and the right guy would come. Notice I didn't say perfect...for like my previous blogs, no one is perfect and would be unfair for me to picture a perfect man as a husband. So I would love him --whoever he is, despite his flaws.
Now, let me tell you about Adam's Morgan. It was fun. Granted I wore the wrong pair of shoes so my feet were totally and utterly killing me. But it took us forever to find a parking space for one. When we actually parked, we parked behind the school and it was majorly sketchy. But parking is parking...what can you do? We went to Tom Tom's. We were hoping to scope out guys and we found some when we were driving but I guess we were too late for there were few and far between when we got to the club. *sigh*. We had some drinks and went boy/people (mostly boy, really) watching and was quite disappointed with the crop. We tried playing a game: his outfit, his body, and his face. Yeah, couldn't even make up a whole person. Mostly the outfit thing. *sad* As the night progressed, A decided to close her tab. As she was doing that she bumped into a person she would rather not have bumped into. Then met a guy who was nice enough. A called me over to go dance. I did. Then there was this massive surge of people and you are forced to dance with whoever was pressed against you. I wouldn't mind it if only they realize the forced predicament. However, they insisted to dance when the space was now available. Leeches is a better description of this. I had to take a guy's paws off of me so many times it's ridiculous. The guy we met was no help what-so-ever. I guess he was intimidated with the big black guys who were dancing with us and was afraid to intervene. Ah, useless. Anyway, after an hour of that, we realized that the evening was getting ridiculous so we left running. Avoiding all the men who were pawing at us. It was funny. But that was our evening.
I think that's it. It's now Sunday. Church day. I'll write something more later if there's anything worth while to write about.
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