Day 5 was spent in Atlantic City eating way too much.
I woke up with a stomach ache. That's what I get!
My trip was good and bad. First the good....
Hubby decided he didn't want to see the air show.
He said the main reason for the trip was the concert in the evening. So we walked around the Showboat Casino. Did some window shopping and had dinner. Then we turned in for a nap since the show started at 8pm. The show was
! We saw Dru Hill and Jagged Edge. They each performed for about an hour. Hubby got us great seats on the floor. I didn't have to strain to see them perform. I didn't even have to use the monitor. We were on the aisle seats so when one of the performers decided to come down to the audience, he was right there!
Saturday morning we took a nice power walk on the boardwalk for 30 minutes. The rain happened overnight. It was nice and cool out.
I'm not a gambler but hubby likes to take his chances at the slot machines. I kept him company. I took out my little $10 bill and played. I work too hard for my money to throw it away, so either I win big with that amount or I go home. I won my $10 dollars back. I cashed out my ticket and was satisfied.
Now for the bad....
We were supposed to stay for the entire weekend but the hotel was disgusting! Do not, I repeat, do NOT stay at the Showboat Hotel & Casino in Atlantic City, NJ. UGH!!! I would have changed hotels but I know because of the air show there would be no rooms left. So instead of staying another night, we left early. At $328 per night, I expected a decent stay. It was filthy! DNA in the shower before I even got in, dust caked the air vents, dirty walls and furniture. The list goes on and on. Hubby couldn't sleep because of the noise. The walls were paper thin. I couldn't sleep because I felt things crawling on me. Bed bugs? Fleas? This hotel decided to become pet friendly. My advice...make it a pet hotel. They won't mind the filth. Worst night of my life. I slept with my clothes on and couldn't wait for daybreak.
Hubby asked where I wanted to stay next and, at the time, I didn't want to think about it or discuss it. But after awhile I came around. I told him the Hershey Hotel. I've wanted to go there for years but the expense of the rooms are out of my comfort level. Maybe we'll treat ourselves with next year's income tax return. For now, I really don't want to stay in any other bed but my own!
There's no place like home!