AC/DB Pt. 2

Last we left the soccer moms from Dunwoody, Georgia, they were leaving a rest stop in New Jersey, riding their mini-van down the Garden State Parkway towards the mythic burg of Atlantic City. Convinced, just as the pimple-faced Burger King cashier had promised Mo, that we'd have a "glorious" day, we hoped for the best.

But, things didn't bode well when we started running out of change after hitting the 17th 35 cent, exact change-only toll booth on the highway. Was it possible that we'd run out of change before we made it to the West Atlantic City Ramada Limited?

Thankfully, the answer was no.

But, then again, once we pulled into the grimy parking lot to look upon the nasty 1970's motel structure overlooking a sink hole, we wondered if it had been worth the $5.95 in tolls - let alone the $125 pricetag for our overnight stay. The room wasn't much better than the exterior - and then there was the dank odor, coming from goodness knows where...

We had to get out. Quickly.

We dialed "Hi" and "Ho." (Read yesterday's posting for an explanation on the names) Once we finally connected, we hastened a retreat from the Ramada and decided to converge at 7pm sharp on what was heralded to be the swankiest casino/resort in AC - the Borgata.

Destiny had other plans.

No sooner had Mo and I hit the AC Expressway and ventured towards the strip, then we realized that the Borgata was nowhere in sight. I dialed the hotel in hope for directions.

Destiny wasn't kind. She chose a fool attendant to take our call and after several mis-directed urban street turns, we found ourselves almost irrevocably back on the AC Expressway - heading back to our hotel. In fact, we couldn't get off the AC Expressway until we had almost gotten all the way back to the Ramada. And then we had to pay a toll to get off the highway and another toll to get back on in the correct direction.

Destiny wasn't through with us. We chose a fool gas attendant for the next set of misguided directions and sure enough, we ended right back on the AC Expressway heading back to the Ramada. Another set of tolls later, we finally arrived at the Borgata - at 8:15pm and sorely in need of a strong cocktail.

Was destiny through screwing with us for the evening? Tune in tomorrow to find out...