Have you ever been to the Beach Bar in Atlantic City? I have. Actually, two guys that looked like they were out of the show Pacific Blue asked me to leave. As a cordial individual, I stood up from my seat, walked out of the establishment without the comfort of my wallet or my friends. How was I supposed to know your not allowed to go on the stage and make an announcement? It seemed like a great idea at the time....
Little did I know that friends Gannon Gambeski and Jonathan Lesch and Company were getting strangers to scream "BBBBBBBoBBBBBBBBBB!" on the boardwalk. We were separated but I hope they know I appreciate the sentiment. It's important to be alone sometimes in strange places. It's like exercise for your interpersonal and problem solving skills. Nobody deals with strangers better than Bob Doda.
All in all, it was a good weekend. Lots of friends and drinks; sand and surf; dancing and falling off banisters. I wouldn't change a thing.
The ride home on the other hand was a pure endurance challenge. My brain was in a fog; throbbing and yearning for a few more zzzzz's. Not even the fresh eggs and sausage could solve the problem I had. Two hours of traffic at the George Washington Bridge did not help. Finally back in Smithtown, our trip still did not come to an end. My friends and I decided to find a Pizza Hut with a red top, red cups and circular ice cubes. My GPS brought me to Brentwood (or as I like to call it Crimewood) first but it was red-topless. Off to Centereach. One Cesar's salad and a slice of stuffed crust pizza later, I felt like I was going to die right there in the booth.
Surprisingly, I didn't.
My bed was screaming my name, "BBBBBBBBBBBBoBBBBBBBBBBB...."
I obliged and slept for 32 hours.
In closing, there are 3 things to consider:
1) I am a fabulous poker player and paid for the whole trip in 54 minutes at a table.
2) Random dance parties with hot chicks can lead to intense bruising.
3) Never leave your wallet in a cab in Atlantic City with a guy named Sunil