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May. 30th, 2005 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksI got wrangled into going to Atlantic City yesterday. Very much out of the blue. Well, okay, I exaggerate a little. I knew my grandmother and at least one of my aunts were planning a trip. My mother told me about it yesterday morning as we were driving to church. Of course, in the West Indian way, she didn't tell me about it so much as ask me if I'd heard about it-
Mom: "You know your grandmother and them are going to Atlantic City, right? Are you going?"
Me: "Huh??"
I didn't want to go. At that moment I had precisely $7.43 to my name and I'll have that until Wednesday, at which time my meager paycheck will go to paying my Amex bill and an unlimited week Metrocard, leaving me with...$7.43. If I'm lucky. Besides, what usually happens is that I trail people around and watch them pour out cash into machines until they get disgruntled and then we walk up and down the Boardwalk or sit in the bus terminal waiting for our ride fighting sleep.
We came back from church and my mom went to get some rest. My aunt showed up all hyper and ready to give her money to the one-armed bandit, pretty much bugging my mother about going with her. Mom seemed less than thrilled and then went "Oh, Fredericks is going".
Me: "Huh??"
Realizing it prolly won't hurt (much, at least at the beginning...) I just sort of shrugged and got dressed. The hell, I mean, as long as I didn't have to spend any of my money I could at least stomach it. Turned out dad got persuaded to come as well (seeing as the only other brother at home ended up staying with my cousin that evening I think mom really just wanted the house to herself for a little bit), so we all met up and headed out, getting to AC around 10PM.
As usual, I had no luck at all. Then again, you don't really go to casinos to win money, you go to them to lose it. We played for a little bit then went around the Boardwalk. It was a lovely night out: not too cold, clear sky, idiotic drunks and punks out in lesser numbers than usual. There was a band playing on the beach that covered Tool songs. Heh. So romantic. Nein. Of course, the night ended with me almost dead broke.
Me: ::looks into wallet:: "Huh??"
I had enough sense to save a couple of bucks, enough to pay a bill I have due tomorrow, but that's it. I should have saved more. I blame it on being overwhelmed by all the damned smoke. When I got home (around 8AM) first thing I did was run into the shower and try to wash the stink of cigarettes (and losing, hah) off of me. Everything smelled of smoke, from my hair to my underwear. Then I went to grab some much needed Zzzzzzs.
It being Memorial Day I'm being suckered into grilling for the natives. We'll see how this works out.
Finished The Value of X. It was a nice read. "Nice" being the optimum word here. It wrapped up really quickly and a little too neatly for my taste. Exquisite Corpse, while being really graphic and horrific, had much better flow than X. I hope Brite wasn't watering her style down any. Guess I'll have to read some more of her stuff to figure it out.
Mom: "You know your grandmother and them are going to Atlantic City, right? Are you going?"
Me: "Huh??"
I didn't want to go. At that moment I had precisely $7.43 to my name and I'll have that until Wednesday, at which time my meager paycheck will go to paying my Amex bill and an unlimited week Metrocard, leaving me with...$7.43. If I'm lucky. Besides, what usually happens is that I trail people around and watch them pour out cash into machines until they get disgruntled and then we walk up and down the Boardwalk or sit in the bus terminal waiting for our ride fighting sleep.
We came back from church and my mom went to get some rest. My aunt showed up all hyper and ready to give her money to the one-armed bandit, pretty much bugging my mother about going with her. Mom seemed less than thrilled and then went "Oh, Fredericks is going".
Me: "Huh??"
Realizing it prolly won't hurt (much, at least at the beginning...) I just sort of shrugged and got dressed. The hell, I mean, as long as I didn't have to spend any of my money I could at least stomach it. Turned out dad got persuaded to come as well (seeing as the only other brother at home ended up staying with my cousin that evening I think mom really just wanted the house to herself for a little bit), so we all met up and headed out, getting to AC around 10PM.
As usual, I had no luck at all. Then again, you don't really go to casinos to win money, you go to them to lose it. We played for a little bit then went around the Boardwalk. It was a lovely night out: not too cold, clear sky, idiotic drunks and punks out in lesser numbers than usual. There was a band playing on the beach that covered Tool songs. Heh. So romantic. Nein. Of course, the night ended with me almost dead broke.
Me: ::looks into wallet:: "Huh??"
I had enough sense to save a couple of bucks, enough to pay a bill I have due tomorrow, but that's it. I should have saved more. I blame it on being overwhelmed by all the damned smoke. When I got home (around 8AM) first thing I did was run into the shower and try to wash the stink of cigarettes (and losing, hah) off of me. Everything smelled of smoke, from my hair to my underwear. Then I went to grab some much needed Zzzzzzs.
It being Memorial Day I'm being suckered into grilling for the natives. We'll see how this works out.
Finished The Value of X. It was a nice read. "Nice" being the optimum word here. It wrapped up really quickly and a little too neatly for my taste. Exquisite Corpse, while being really graphic and horrific, had much better flow than X. I hope Brite wasn't watering her style down any. Guess I'll have to read some more of her stuff to figure it out.
