Came back from the den of iniquity (Atlantic City) a couple of days ago. Personally I hate that place. To me it's empty, soulless, one row of palaces backed by slums and whores. But that's just me. We went there to see Heather and Dan enjoy an afternoon with their friends. And they did; a whole bunch of young and older people came to see them. It was great to see Heather and Dan enjoying themselves. We met quite a few people we hadn't met before.
Dad came, too, with his friend, and my sister. Dad's take on the casinos was that they were populated by a lot of wheelchair, walker, and electric scooter users (old farts). It almost looked like a very glamorous Walmart, there were so many scooters amongst the glitter.
Apparently there was a beer convention in town. Around midnight a big group came back and gabbed in the halls for about 15 minutes. Wanted to scream, but didn't. Then, at 2:03AM, the fire alarm went off. Some of the idiots had lit candles in their room, the smoke eventually waking the entire hotel (except for Dad). He is 88 and deaf as a post without his hearing aids in his head. My sister had to pound on the door for a while to get him up. Apparently he was awake but didn't hear the alarm. Anyway, as soon we all got downstairs it was time to get back upstairs and try to sleep again.
Love to rant. Sorry. Today was great! Sunny and warm, t-shirt and shorts on the beach...
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