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Fun in Atlantic City, continued
Time: 9pm
Place: Atlantic City, New Jersey
Scene: An all-you-can-eat buffet in the casino
Occasion: Father's Day, 2001
We had to have dinner late (European style) because we had all eaten
such a big lunch at White House Hoagies! Because it was Father's Day,
Daddy got to choose where he wanted to have his celebratory dinner.
He chose his favorite buffet in one of the casinos.
This buffet was famous for its steaks, in which of course I could
not indulge, being a vegetarian and all. But casino buffets offer
something to please everyone, and even I am no exception. I made myself
a great salad, and had a huge plate of u-peel shrimp with cocktail
sauce. I was doing fine, and not over-indulging as I am wont to do
at a buffet. Until it was time for dessert.
Robert, my brother, drove me to my hotel after dinner. Mom had gotten
me a room at the Taj Mahal, which is a lovely hotel/casino about a
mile and half away from where they were staying. My brother had to
work early the next morning, so he did not stay. But it was really
good to see him and spend some quality brother-and-sister time!
I spread myself out in my luxurious room, put my passport and jewellery
into the nightstand drawer (This is significant... Remember it for
later!), and watched a bit of TV before bed..
The next day, I walked the 1.5 miles down the boardwalk in the mid-day
sun to my parents' hotel. Whew! That was hot! Almost 100 degrees that
day -- even hotter than in LA! I met them at a deli for brunch and
had my favorite smoked-salmon and onion omelette. Then, we spent the
day on the casino circuit, going to each of my parents' favorite places
to play. At night, they took me to a bingo game (which ended up being
a lot of fun, even though I didn't win anything!).
After the bingo game, we met my cousin Danielle and her boys, Andrew
and Jared (remember Andrew -- he had the Bar Mitzvah last November)
for a wonderful lobster dinner at a local tavern! It was good to catch
up with them. I hadn't seen then since the Bar Mitzvah!
We went back to our respective hotels, sated from lots of good food,
and went to bed. The next day I packed up and checked out around noon,
and mom and dad picked me up to spend the last few hours together
before I caught my train back to Philadelphia. They took me to see
the apartment they planned to rent for the rest of the summer, and
it was a lovely place with a spectacular view of the coastline. Then
they took me to the train.
Irene met me at the station in Philly and we spent some time catching
up on the events of the past few days. Then, she took me to her favorite
local pub, "The Standard Tap" for a few beers (great, rare
microbrewery beers on tap there!) and a light dinner. Her friend Matt
(a singer-songwriter) met us at the bar and we hung out there for
a while. Then, we went to Ortliebs -- an amazing local jazz club with
top notch talent playing nightly. It was open-mike night, and Irene
got up towards the end and sang a fabulous rendition of "Summertime"
to great applause. That's my buddy.
Now, here comes the complicated part. At 2am, while Irene and I were
having more girl-talk, I suddenly remember that I left my passport
and jewellery in the top drawer of the nightstand at the Taj Mahal!
I panicked, and immediately called the Taj and talked to their Security
department. Believe it or not, the maid crew had turned in my belongings
and it was all safe and sound in the lost and found! Now, if that
isn't enough to dispel the widely-held and overblown misconceptions
of rampant theft in America, I don't know what is!
Actually, I was very surprised that my stuff was all there. Luckily,
my mom and dad were driving to Philly from Atlantic City the very
next day to do some business in town. They picked up my things at
the Taj before they took off (I had to wake up at 7AM in order to
call them and tell them about the situation!), and they gave it all
to me when we met up later that day.
And another potential disaster was avoided!
In Philadelphia,
Cara Jones
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