Every predicted occurrence I wrote about in last week's post came true (except the fake tattoos -- I couldn't find where I put them) and I'm still smiling about it all. I've only been to Atlantic City once or twice, and it was with Tomas, so I had no idea of the hunting grounds for singles A.C. actually is.
Haa haa!
So much fun was had, from almost getting arrested to this guy Terrance buying Jamina and I shots in an attempt to menage-a-tois with us (don't think so, pal) to my red tomato chafed thighs to dancing down an escalator into a random strange guy's arms to chillin' by a fountain at 5:30am with a Robert Barone look-alike and his pals to staying up the latest I've ever stayed up in my life.
The last image above is of the final four standing -- at around 6:30am -- with the sunrise shining on our backs. We had the option to go to our rooms and sleep in cozy queens size beds or go down to the beach.
We chose beach. :P
This picture is priceless. We thought we'd be lying out in the warm sun, tanning and finally resting. Instead, it was cloudy and cold, and those tractors were whizzing past us, feet from our heads. Too funny, and the perfect way to wrap up the weekend...uh...24 hours. ;)
I'm so grateful for my tiny clique of ladies I see on a regular basis, because they so often save my life.
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