I’m still trying to digest the entire Atlantic City experience. We brought Hugh down there for his bachelor party yesterday, and the whole place was so much more than I ever expected. More trash? More kitsch? More kitsch? More guidos? More people aging gracelessly? Yes, but also more, in a ways I can’t quite put my finger on. It should be experienced, but I thik the less time spent there the better. Maybe. I’m too sleep-deprived and still too overwhelmed to decide.
More elaborate stories and pictures to come. For now, a grab bag of links and random things we found amusing:
- Since it came up in conversation: the Bullet Time Ping-Pong Game.
- If you buy a round trip bus ticket to Atlantic City, it costs 27 bucks and comes with a voucher for a 14-dollar refund. There’s no catch, in case you think it’s just a scam: get off the bus at a casino, trade the voucher for a slip form that casino, and a quick detour to the casino floor is all you have to do to trade that in for 14 bucks cash money. A friendly travel tip from your pal Sparky.
- Smokers should note that you can still smoke indoors in Jersey, and especially in Atlantic City.
- At one point, we were trying to imagine what it would sound like if Ladysmith Black Mambazo did a version of “Three Is a Magic Number“.
- I haven’t given much of a thought to the recent popularity of guidoism (there’s no novelty to it I grew up in the thick of it), but it’s hard not to ponder the whole phenomenon in a big Jersey destination spot.
- Sometimes it’s much safer when straight guys are straight guys.
Ladysmith Black Mambazo doing “Three Is a Magic Number” would be excellent!
It would go a little something like this:
“Three … is a magic num-bah … a-wah-a-wah …”