One weekend last month, my friends and I went to Atlantic City for a little road trip. I was craving a
relaxing, serene vacation weekend where I can drink like an idiot and lose money at blackjack tables, so naturally AC came to mind.
I’ve been to AC once, seven years ago, with my boyfriend at the time and some friends. We went for just one night, stayed up the entire time, just to gamble gamble gamble. I barely remember it because I was so sloshed. Hey, I was at a tender age of 22, I don’t have to justify my actions!
Anyways, this time, as a mature 29 year old working lady, I decided to class it up a little and stay at the Trump Plaza hotel where every single thing was gold, gold, gold. Seriously, chandeliers, carpets, bed furnishings, curtains, chair cushions, dresses on drunk ass Jersey girls, GOLD. It was incredible. I felt so classy. Not.
I had a really good time. I did lose $125 at the blackjack tables though, but I expected that. I’m a very unlucky gambler. That’s why I only do it once every seven years.
Anyways, on the Saturday we were there, we woke up hungover, craving beers and greasy food. My friend Ryan suggested we go to Tun Tavern, a brewery slash restaurant. So off we go.