Unfortunately, we were too late to book anywhere in Washington DC, so after having a minor discussion / argument of where to go between Philadelphia and Washington…

Sus pulled out the Atlantic City card, basing the decision on quotes from Friends! He isn’t allowed to make destination choices anymore.

So after having the balls to leave Mount Laurel and cross a six-laned highway and treking across private property when the sidewalk (Pavement to us), we were back at the Greyhound Depo.

Obviously, after being so prepared and having planned our journey to Washington D.C, our first ‘problem’ occurred.
The direct service, which only operated once, was full to the brim of OAPs, so much so that we had to get a coach to Philly then from Philadelphia to Atlantic City.

The sheer amount of old people should of been a warning to how… well, ‘blackpoolesk’. Not being the middle-class snob I usually am, but well. it was exactly that – Blackpool merged with Eastbourne (and not the nice marnia bits).

The Greyhound was late again. This time for over an hour – a little bit of a piss take, especially as we stood in line for that long with the promise of it’s arrival time. But, APPARENTLY, it wasn’t much of an issue…

Atlantic City – a cheap, tacky, borderline dirty, pikey place. The nicest thing there was the sunshine, that was blinding you from being able to see what it was really like.
The sea-front wasn’t actually that bad… (shocker!), but mainly because of the sandy beaches and the old style decking.

Ascot Motel – it isn’t like the races, though exactly as it said on the tin. Everything was clean, apart from the towels that had long black hair on them, (and I know Sus’s back is bad, but not that bad!).

Somehow when we checked in, the guy thought we were Irish and recommended the Irish bar for dinner. I don’t actually understand this point. Surely, if I was Irish, we would not want to go and sample our ‘cuisine’ whilst on ‘holiday’. But oh well.

Oh, and to add, Atlantic City’s food choices are terrible. I understand that we are on a pretty tight budget, but the restaurants were either grotty and not appealing or on the complete opposite and extremely expensive. Atlantic City – you are not the Ritz, your pricing sucks, get some decent food which is priced accordingly.

Sandy beach!

Broken TV – so broken that we had to call a ‘man’ up to fix it. Fixing it consisted of showing us which remote to use. Harry Potter, Part One. Gorged on Pizza and locked our motel.

Sus couldn’t wait to leave, even though it was his decision to first go there! So we headed to Washington, leaving on the 8.30 am bus (waking up at 6.30!), to change to Philley.

Customer: “No I said snacks, not smack.”
Us: *COMPLETELY SHOCKED FACE!!*

Drug-Free School Zone

Jersey Shore, it is pretty much as tacky and as tasteless as that TV show… ha. *snob*