Atlantic City

You know - Atlantic City! New Jersey's (much, much classier) version of Las Vegas. And the setting for Monopoly. And full of beefy guidos in untucked button-down shirts, and hoochie mamas in lycra minidresses and strappy gold sandals (friend and I, in our Chucks and jeans, we were on NOBODY's radar - we couldn't even get a waitress). By the way, I have a new favourite cover band. They were playing in Jezebel's in the Trump Casino, and one day they will play my wedding.

We lost twenty dollars on the nickle sluts, but saved money on our El Greco Motel room (I hid my laptop behind the nightstand). In the morning we walked the boardwalk in the 50-degree weather and bought saltwater taffy and had breakfast in a greasy spoon whose walls are entirely lined with one-dollar bills.