I used to enjoy going to Atlantic City. I was enamoured by the bright lights and the jingling machines. I loved the screaming and the yelling of Craps tables and the comraderie of the black jack tables.
I don't anymore...and I blame it all on my job.
My job requires that I go down to the bright city a few times a year for various conventions. I dread these trips and I am leaving on one today. I am going to the most disgusting casino of them all -- The Tropicana for another horrible convention. The place just smells like a giant cigarette and I am almost embarrassed to be staying there each year.
Wish me luck if I do play some games to pass the time... I think I am just going to be reading a book...or watching tv....or eating way too much ... or drinking booze with folks I should be drinking booze with....
ick...
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