When my sister asked if I wanted to go to Atlantic City I could not turn her down. ONLY if you knew my husband and my dog could you fully appreciate my response.
We left out on Thursday, on a day that was less than perfect. When we get on the plane and the pilot says “It’s going to be a rough flight….”, it really made me question just how bad it would get. Leaving from Greenville in the rain I knew it would be a little rough. It really wasn’t that bad until we landed with a “BANG” on the tarmac.
We got off the plane and had to race to the front door of the airport to catch the bus to Harrah’s hotel and casino. We checked in and excitedly made our way to our assigned room, it was not the room we requested. Back down to customer relations we went. With a new assignment on the 15th floor we headed back to the elevator and up to our new room. Excited when we opened the door that it had the correct number of beds in it, we filed in and sat down in relief.
Moments later we saw this:
Our view of the bay included broken glass. It was pointless to complain because the hotel was full. Even though there was another plate of glass I just shook my head. How could ANY hotel rent a room in this condition…oh it gets better!
The bathroom was great and spacious with a large shower but the door would not close completely. I looked up to see a huge crack in the door…the door is a good 2 inches!
Well, we were off to a good start. Apparently since Covid the hotels are using that as an excuse NOT to clean the rooms! So now we have a large room with a cracked window, a cracked bathroom door, and now apparently…we are the maids and there must have been a run on washcloths because we were told at that time there weren’t any. This was just Thursday on arrival.
After changing to comfortable shoes we went downstairs to eat and hit the casino floor. If you ever get any ideas about winning money in a casino….don’t!! We fed those stupid machines like they were starving! You can guess who came out on the starving end of that deal!
On Friday we took a little commuter bus called a Jitney over to the Tropicana for breakfast. A great little restaurant called the Gilchrist was calling our name. The food was great and so was the price. Afterwards we of course headed to the casino. We casino hopped between the Tropicana, Ceasars and the Wild West casinos. We took our breaks out on the boardwalk…here’s the view:
Come back for more of our Atlantic City adventure.