It has been decided. We’re spending New Year’s Eve in Atlantic City.
It’s all courtesy of my grandfather, a longtime high roller who was invited for a free two-night stay, New Year’s Eve gala dinner, New Year’s Day brunch and $2,200 in free chips from a casino that he frequents.
My grandmother has forbidden him to go. Bad for him, great for the Boy & me.
I’m looking forward to it more than anyone should reasonably look forward to a trip to Atlantic City. Sure, we’re going to be the youngest people there by approximately 30 years, but that just means I’ll be the most fabulously dressed twentysomething at the party (and also, the only twentysomething). I can live with that.
When we were originally throwing around ideas for New Year’s Eve (“Want to watch the ball drop from your roof?” “Dinner? At Dylan Prime?” “A party downtown?”), nothing felt right. It’s like when you’re dying for a chocolate chip cookie from Subway (don’t judge until you’ve tried) but you’re trying to be healthy so you eat some melon from the deli instead, only the melon doesn’t satisfy you at all so you end up at Subway, ordering 3 cookies and eating them all before you even make it back up to your apartment. Kind of like that.
When my grandfather passed us the hot pink and black invitation that you literally have to “unzip” to open (and after some slight awkwardness because, well, my grandfather had just handed us an invitation you have to “unzip”), the Boy and I looked at each other with wide eyes and just sort of started nodding in unison.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then?” My grandfather noted. He then read aloud from the invitation, loud enough for my grandmother in the next room to hear, “the invitee must register at the casino between the hours of 1pm and 4pm on Saturday, December 30th. Huh. LOOKS LIKE I’M GOING TO HAVE TO MAKE A TRIP TO AC TO GET THE KIDS SITUATED!”
“Not a chance, Pete,” my grandmother shot back.
So, I know what I’m going to wear. I know what I’m going to pack. I know who I’m going to kiss at midnight. I know what I’m going to drink.
The only unknown is…what the hell am I going to do with $2,200 worth of chips?
Yay! I love that you and the boy have spectacular NYE plans. The best part about going to AC where you will not know a soul is that it’s all about you and the boy. That is exactly what you need. Yay!
Oh my gosh, I totally forgot how good subway cookies are. They’re right up there with the fabulously rich chocolate brownies from Boston Market.
Enjoy your NYE for me, I’ll be home cramming for two exams while Evan is visiting his cousins 3 hours away. Oh well, there are many more NYEs to be had right?
I still have yet to make NYE plans, probably because I hate that evening so much. Your plan sounds great - you’ll have such a wonderful time with the Boy!
And now I really want a Subway cookie.
You’re going to win, that’s what you’re going to do with them!
So excited for you. I think it’s just the thing you two need.
Bet it all on one hand of blackjack (best odds). You will either be a big winner or you can enjoy the rest of the night with everybody thinking you are a highroller!
What will you do with $2,200 worth of chips? Cash them in and go to the doctor, woman! Gambling is a luxury for those without kidney infections!
Wow, those are definitely the best New Year’s plans I’ve heard fo so far. Would love to be in AC — not just on New Year’s, but really any day of the year.
Gambling problem? What gambling problem?