It has been far, FAR too long since the boys and I have putzed the night away in Atlantic City. Our last adventure, featuring Finn, OB, Keith, and myself, was way back in September. Well, this time, the same crew reunited, heading down to see the Anti-Social Comedy Tour, featuring Jim Norton, Amy Schumer, Dave Attell, and Artie Lange. I have to tell you, having gone nearly six months without a hit, spin, or roll of the dice was giving me the shakes. The night before our trip, OB and I got into the right frame of mind by watching “gambling” episodes of our favorite TV comedies, such as Futurama’s “Viva Mars Vegas,” The Office’s “Casino Night,” and South Park’s “Red Man’s Greed.” Needless to say, I could already smell the extra oxygen they allegedly pump into the casinos.
Our game plan was simple. We had a room in Bally’s, which, fortunately, connects to one-and-a-half other casinos (Caesar’s and what is left of the Wild Wild West casino). With this as our home base, we would have an ample area to putz about, without having to face the elements (it was freezing cold out). The comedy show was at The Borgata at 7:30, which would help break up the night. After that, we’d gamble until we rebuilt Atlantic City’s economy. Like I said, the game plan was simple. So let’s see if we stuck to it.
12:00PM – Our 12:30 bus arrived 30 minutes early, and left 10 minutes early. I must say, this was a pleasant surprise. Our bus driver was a friendly man with a thick accent who reminded Keith of his priest. I didn’t drink much on the trip, using it to catch up with Keith and OB (Finn was driving down to meet us later). Also, the light was out in the bathroom. Not much to say here.
Keith Stone: Hey, what can I say? I went to church to absolve myself of my future sins, which may or may not include peeing all over the bus toilet seat. I also kept my streak alive of drinking Bandit wine on the trip down. I drank it out of a Gatorade bottle. Gotta keep hydrated.
Rainman Suite 