I just got back from Atlantic City! Walter and I drove down there last night. I'll save you all the boring gambling stories...I left down but that's only because I made a couple of "get-rich-quick" bets, or as my brother would say, sucker bets. Win big, lose big...that's how I'm wired. Anyway, Walter and I got down there around 10 PM, we called ahead to save our room but of course, that didn't matter and by the time we got there, they only had rooms with one bed. Now don't get me wrong, I love Walter but I don't want to share a bed with the guy, ha ha. With no choice, we went to the room only to find that it wasn't made up...honestly, Walter thought it may have been a crime scene. This VERY SAME thing happened to us a few months back at the same hotel (Sands). They run a tight ship, ha ha!

We get to the right room and it's not much better, it was in the old wing of the hotel...it looked and felt like a crack den. Walter pulled open a drawer and found this:

Someone else's clothes!

Fing gross! There was a bra, some socks, an odd hat and a sweater. Never again.

Here's a photo of the bed I shared with another man:

Speechless

So, there you go.

Have a great weekend!

Best,

Bob