Last week I went to Atlantic City for the first time in my life. Its about 2.5 hours away from New York and its actually like Las Vegas but at a very small scale. The reason for my trip down to Atlantic city was to dance and headline at a club called the Westside Inn.
I arrived to Atlantic City with Joe who is the guy who asked me to dance and organized the event with Keith. Both are really sweet guys and I have known Joe when I danced at club 20.
I got to see all the different casinos since everyone was booked in a different one for the night.
I stayed at Harrahs resort and let me tell you ........ I WAS SPOILED ROTTEN!!!!!
When checking-in to the hotel Keith had this very powerful asset. His Mouth and personality!
He was working the girl behind the counter fiercely. He just knew how to speak to people and how to ask for things in the best manner. A skill I much admire but lack at the moment. Anyways I had the sickest suite ever. Not only was it a massive suite, but it was on top of the 33 floor and the view of the water was breath taking.
When I walked into the room I had no idea it was going to be so nice and luxurious. I didnt expect it at all and I was overflowing with excitement. I could not contain myself at all. I was just overwhelmed I guess. I quickly dropped my bags and went to get some food with the guys before the show.
Keith scored us a great meal at the diamonds club restaurant. After stuffing my face I went back to my room to relax.
See this is where it gets funny....... When I got back to my room, I wasn't as excited as I was before. The shock value of the room went away and even thou it was spectacular it didn't matter to me anymore. I felt lonely in the big open space and I started to think that all these nice things are just that... things. And it didn't have any real value whatsoever if you couldn't experience it with someone special and share it. What good was the room to me if I couldn't share the experience with someone close??? A bar area with no one to drink with ehhh. a jacuzzi with no one to throw bubbles with ehhh. I would have loved to share that space, and dance to funny music, and make yummy drinks. I ended up calling my friend to see if they could come but no one was available lol.
What I ended up doing was sitting down trying to write a poem but the words just didnt come out properly. I dont think I am a good poet but I am determined to write some since Cornell always seems to get a lot of joy from it and I thought I would give it a shot. I then got ready for the club and I had a good night. The show went well and people seemed happy. There was a little drama in the end and I ended up geting a small cut on my ankle but other then that it was fine.
Till next time AC
I love this song below,