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Three Tips from Three Trips to AC


Oh, god.  It’s been a long time.

Back in 2016, I uprooted my life in Brooklyn, and plunked down my hard-earned savings on a house in central New Jersey.  Sure, I told my friends and family that it was time to grow up, be a responsible homeowner, think about the family, etc..  But, deep down, I think they all knew my true motivations: to satisfy my gambling needs.

The first year, however, it was difficult.  Between the costs of moving and various other travel obligations (weddings and whatnot), I only made it to Atlantic City twice.  But, in 2018, I was determined to make my mark known.

So, in the last few months, I’ve been to Atlantic City thrice.  But, why no diary entries?  Well, these trips were very short in nature – getting there for dinner, drinking heavily, and driving back bleary-eyed the next morning.  There were no concerts or beerfests anchoring these trips: just roughly 12 hours of debauchery.

But, no matter how many times I go to Atlantic City (and by my count, that’s 26 times in the last six years, and god knows how much before that), there’s always something new I learn.  So, without further ado-do, here’s three tips from three trips to AC!

1. Check In Late!

Back in March, the wifefriend and I took a trip on a random Friday night, where we were blessed by the Roman gods with a free room at Caesar’s.  Unfortunately, due to work schedules, we ended up rolling it at 11:30PM.  However, upon checking in, we were offered a free suite upgrade.  Now, full-disclosure: I don’t work for Caesar’s, nor have bothered doing any research, but I am a guy with a blog.  So, I have to assume that if you arrive late enough, they’ll give you whatever open rooms they have, for free!  I haven’t tried it since this trip, but it is something to keep in mind.

(The downside of arriving so late is that we crammed six hours of boozing into roughly 28 minutes.  And, as far as I know, that can be most easily accomplished at the Mountain Bar at Wild Wild West.)

(Pro-tip: if you are planning to play beerpong at the Wild Wild West, bring your own ping pong balls.  Cheap beer, even cheaper balls.  It was like tossing a marshmallow.)

2. Order Extra Towels!

In June, the boys were back in town, as I was joined by AC Diary Hall-Of-Famers OB and Keith.  Going down apropos of nothing, it was yet another night of drunken debauchery.  Unfortunately, we had a surprise waiting for us in the morning.

Being the early riser that I am, I headed to the bathroom at 7AM to cast away last night’s sins.  Unfortunately (yet unsurprisingly given the company I was with), there was a strange liquid hovering around my feet.  I flushed the toilet and got the hell out of there and back to bed.

But I still heard the toilet.  Running.  Rising.

Yes, it finally happened: we killed a toilet.  There was talk of a monstrous bowel movement clogging the bowl’s movement, but I blame Neptune for this mishap.  The staff at Caesar’s took their sweet time helping us out of the situation, dumping a handful of towels on the problem as it seeped into the hallway.

So yeah, when you get to your room, order some towels.  Even if you don’t clog the toilet, at least you can use them to build a little fort.

3. Drink on the Boardwalk!

This month, the crew (the wifefriend, the Hall-of-Famers, and others) took a trip to visit the Hard Rock Casino.  That place is definitely worthy of its own entry, and it will be coming in due time.  However, the spotlight that night belonged to the Bally’s Boardwalk Beach Bar.  After getting dinner and gambling a bit at Hard Rock, my wife and I stumbled back down the historic AC Boardwalk.  Hearing some fun dance music wafting from the sea, we were lured into the Bally’s Boardwalk Beach Bar.  Once there, we ordered $15 novelty glasses filled with some sort of alcoholic concoction that was basically a Men In Black mind eraser in liquid form.  We drank, we danced, we ate $1 hot dogs from some place on the boardwalk, and we (accidentally) ordered $80 mozzarella sticks from room service.

I’ve always been a strong proponent of getting out of the casinos and exploring the boardwalk.  And drinking on the boardwalk is like drinking in the casinos, except the air smells bad and there’s a hint of danger!

So, three trips, and three new lessons learned.  But the real moral of the story is this: no matter how many times you go to AC, there’s always going to be something strange that you didn’t prepare for.  Will you get the room upgrade, or the clogged toilet?  It’s the lady-or-the-tiger of South Jersey.

For more tips on doing AC right, check out this ancient post.  Remember “Do AC”?  Those were the days.