Atlantic City, Day Two

Endowed with an incredible talent that allows me to rise before eight no matter how late I stay up, I awoke on Day Two in the AC long before my buddies had any intention of getting up.

After a rousing Continental breakfast of mini bagels and corn flakes, I sat around and watched Legion of Super Friends while I waited for everyone to get up. The last statement would have embarrassed me, but Superfriends is actually a cartoon with some pretty good production values. I recommend it to any eight-year old.

We spent the day at Caesar's Palace, Bally's, the Tropicana, and the Hilton. I avoided the table games because $15 was the minimum bet, and I watched one guy lose six hands of blackjack in about the time it took him to reach in his wallet and pull out another 100. $15 can buy me two and a half burritos. I guess you have to realize what really makes you happy.

When I wasn't watching crazy Asians dropping $1000 on a table and losing it all, I was wandering around the casinos. At one point I watched a young girl throw a quarter into a fountain. Her mother promptly puller her away and told her not to waste her money. I doubt that little girl had ever heard of irony, but the look on her face said "You have got to be kidding me." The odds of a wishing well has got to be better than an Atlantic City slot machine.