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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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