JUST got back about an hour ago. What a fun time we had! We ended up not leaving until 4:30 yesterday; two and a half hours after the time we had planned. No biggie though, we still got down there at a reasonable time-7:30. Ride down wasn't bad at all-except for the fact I experienced getting carsick for the first time. We took my car, and dad wanted to drive so I was like, yeah, I'll sit in the back, won't be bad, never sat in the backseat of my own car before. About 20 minutes into the trip I began to feel like I was going to puke. Temporarily fixed that by listening to my iPod, but still felt sick every time I moved. Then dad and Hanna are in the front yelling at the GPS...ahh, good times. Checked in at the hotel/casino-Bally's. When my dad mentioned to look for it and I saw it, the first thing that came to mind was, "Shit! That's a tall ass building!" Following that thought was one word: elevator.
I have a pathological fear of elevators that I don't think will ever be fully conquered-no matter how many times I keep going in them. My only wish was that we didn't end up getting a room on like the, oh I don't know...34th floor. We didn't. Halle-fucking-lujah. It was only on the 11th. Though that's still high for me, it could have been much higher. And guarantee if I was able to find stairs that didn't have a sign saying "Keep doors closed-alarm will sound" damn willing I would have hiked up and down 11 flights of stairs every time we came to the room and left. That being until Hanna would forcibly drag me into the elevator-just like she did at Easton Hospital two weeks ago.
Once we checked in and got settled into the room, we walked over to Boardwalk Hall to see the MicroSprint and TQ races, which was the main reason we went down there. I have to admit, for the full two and a half hours that we were there watching this, I highly enjoyed it. I think dad thought I was bored out of my mind, but I wasn't at all. Okay, so maybe at one point I was. The cars kept crashing so every time that happened, things got a little boring. Following that, we got dinner. Latest I've probably ever eaten dinner-11:20. We ate at this place called Johnny Rockets-boardwalk food, you know, french fries, cheeseburgers, grilled cheese, stuff like that. Wasn't the best restaurant, but it wasn't that bad.
Walking back into the hotel I managed to walk full force into a glass door. Yepp, that one hurt.12:20 and we were back in the hotel room. Woke up today at 9:30-shockingly because I never sleep late. It was around 11 when we finally were out of the hotel room. Went down to the lobby and tried to figure out where we could go to get dinner. Ended up deciding to go to the Bistro which was on the 6th floor. Then to get back to the room, we had to go back down, to go back up. Worst layout for a hotel ever. Checked out and piled back into my car. From there we went over to the beach and collected some shells. After that, we walked on the boardwalk for a little bit more-went into another casino-got to watch dad and Hanna gamble a little bit, yepp, goooooooddd tiimmesss. By the time we left AC it was around 3:00. I sat in the back again-didn't feel as bad as I did yesterday though. We took a few detours on the way home. The first being stopping at Long Beach Island. Dad wanted to show us his old grandparents beach house. Following that we stopped at Asbury Park. Once again, we collected some seashells and I drew my froggy in the sand. Ate dinner at a Tavern and from there I drove the rest of the way home. I think if I sat in the back again I would have lost it.
So there I was flying up the parkway doing 75mph. Stopped at QuickChek in Manville and had some guy basically back up into my front bumper. Thank God I was in the car and layed on the horn or else the jackass would have hit me. Stupid BMW drivers.
Now I'm finally home. Well home as in at Hanna's. I'm completely exhausted. I feel like what happened in the past day should have been 2 days. Crazy. All the stuff that happened, will stay there. But the memories of that trip I will forever keep in my heart.
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