Vacation Part 1: Atlantic City

I was gonna digest what happened my trip with Medic Guy a bit more before posting but I guess I'm able to type and think in the same time now and I have built a habit to post.

I was worried about the weather being bad last week, but it was actually surprisingly nicer than what was expected. It hardly rained at all. Medic Guy and I went down to Atlantic City Thursday, we checked into the Resorts casino. The room were nicer than we expected, a king bed for $59 a night on the corner, we had windows in front of the bed and on the right side. it was really nice but we changed room after Medic Guy took a shower and found out that the bathtub was clogged and leaking to the floor. Since we were quick to act, we got another room facing the ocean this time.

It was great, we had a good time walking around being together, looking at things and doing things as a couple. Went to a very late buffet lunch, got served, ate and everything and was wondering when and where we should pay. When we ask the waitressm she told us that we should probably just go because we were supposed to have paid before getting in. That was a good thing, I told myself since I already "won" a free lunch, I shouldn't gamble and that kept me from the blackjack tables.

Went to dinner afterwards and ordered a few too many dishes. We were already not that hungry for a late lunch but I insisted on ordering something that I knew was good - lobster mash potatoes. I had a few bites of that and Medic Guy refuses to try it. He already don't eat any seafood but swordfish, shrimps and lobsters and now he tells me he has to be in the mood for seafood and he doesn't like the lobster and the poatoes to touch. God, I dislike picky eaters. The next thing I know, two girls seating at the next table was making comments about our dishes and one of them with a bigger mouth asked if she can have any. Huh?! Okay... It actually turns out to be quite interesting, we talked about New Jersey, our respective jobs, food and restaurants and Las Vegas. One of them is a 40-something Sex and the City chick wannabe with a big mouth (Kat), the other one is more like a 30 something moody environmentalist type. I guess the Kat was feeling frisky and perhaps trying to flirt or pick us up until Medic Guy blatantly made it known that we were a couple of Mos. At the end, Kat asked if she can take my mash home after I repeatedly mentioned that I wouldn't want to take that to go. I actually liked the extra company, although I'm a bit irked it is still quite entertaining.

We left for Rehoboth Beach the next day.