JAC in the AC

As Atlantic City virgins (okay born again virgin on my part) we had a lot to learn. I scoured the internet before our trip to cram as many little tidbits into my brain before we went. As you can imagine the things we actually needed to know were often not among those tidbits, but that is why God gave us the iPhone 3G.

We stayed at the Trump Taj Mahal. It was the nicest option on the Boardwalk (arguably). We stayed in the new Chairman's Tower. It opened last year. That I like, the notion that fewer people have laid where I will: GOOD. However, when they built this tower they managed to isolate it as far from every other thing in the city and hotel so that each return to trip to the room had like three or four EZ Pass tolls to navigate. As you know from my previous travels, my Last Room on the Wing winning streak was maintained so our 1/4 mi walk from the elevators would be our daily warm up.

Sunday, Day One, we were starrrrrving after arriving, checking in and getting our bearings. We found Dynasty the Chinese restaurant at Taj and I had a perfectly lovely "sad little American only eats white meat chicken" dish that I devoured. Andy was more adventurous and finally we were both fed.

We like to play slots. We discovered this in Las Vegas. I discovered it when I started winning crazy little sums in Vegas. That luck apparently does not apply for me on the east coast. I was solidly down for the trip. Fortunately we were playing the penny slots, but a gal can still do some damage there. Jac had better luck than I and would often cancel out my losses with wins in a single session. We like the newest, noisiest, "most free spins" machines, preferably located near a waitress with a penchant for speed walking.

Our room at the Taj was very nice. We were pleased to find and empty and cold refrigerator which we filled with our own beer and soda. Internet isn't included and you know that won't do for Elle Kasey, so we got daily access. I haven't seen the bill yet, but I suspect it will involve selling a cat and possibly renting a room.

The image in this post is of the Borgata in Atlantic City. Hear me now and believe me later. If you are not a 70 y.o. hardened gambler who smokes three cigs at a time and orders the prune juice with Grey Goose then you want to stay at the Borgata or its sister property the Water Club. They transport you - to Vegas or somewhere with a fine resort. They are breathtaking and make you wonder if you really have to go back to your other hotel. The Borgata is located in the Marina district. I don't care what the map looks like getting from the Marina district to the boardwalk is not unlike the Von Trapp journey out of Austria. It's all circles and interstates and just take a damn taxi already. Because sure, go visit the Boardwalk, but make the Borgata home.