I just got back from doing a show out in Atlantic City on Monday. I went out with my best bud Will, and we got a good taste of the night life....Sunday night life that is.
Not much was really going on, but does it ever in Atlantic City? Not quite sure really, but it seemed like a watered-down version of Las Vegas. A little taste for East Coasters that don't have the energy to make it out to the real thing. Anyways, I hate gambling, and don't do much in terms of clubs, so Will and I settled for a heated 1 on 1 @ the mini-golf course by the boardwalk:
The bet was "loser puts a quarter in the meter @ 8 am" I cleaned up on the course, but come 8 the next day I was already good to go, so Will didn't feel the full burn of defeat.
I wanted to treat Will to a good time since he was coming out with me to the show, so I made sure to book a 3-star hotel. Turns out that The Chelsea Hotel puts the winners of "name your own price" on priceline.com in the crap complex. Honestly, the elevator was chalked up as hell with what looked like bullet holes in the door (Will was convinced it was just a BB gun).
The show itself wasn't a huge hit, but we got to make some decent connections and some new wholesale orders. We made sure to keep our both extra SHARP since we were in the Trump hotel:
All in all it was a fun weekend and Will and I had a seriously bromantic time.
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Good Times.
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