Check In, Stay In

So we check in our room and I go lay down while we all get situated. I told my parents to go play and me and Cheyenne will go to the Steel Pier tonight and go hang out and play arcade games.

Soon as we get ready to go, its a damn Monsoon outside, its raining super hard, the lightning is making the sky look brighter than it already was with all the lights coming from the casinos, and the crack of the thunder made sure everyone took cover in all the boardwalk's entrances into the hotel...and they were soaked. There was now way we were making it to the Steel Pier tonight, I'm hungry anyway and so is Cheyenne. There really isn't anything to do in Ballys for kids other than the pool that was already closed. She was a bit upset, but she got over it when w actually got lost trying to find our room. I never had a reason to learn Ballys, only because I rarely play there, non the less get room there, so yeah, it took me and Cheyenne a good 45 minutes to get to our room, after going back and forth, more than two occasions down the same hallways, elevators...I gave up trying to figure it out and just asked some security guard where the hell is my room at.

We finally made it and immediately order room service, my parents walk in and are in for the rest of the night, so thats my cue to go and play more poker...I kiss Cheyenne good night, grab some money, my room key, my Poker Card and find a cab to drive me over to the Trop...I aint walking in the rain, but its don past, still aint walking though....Got the first cab that past me and I had to hear him talk about his girl the whole ride, im thinking, dude, shut the hell up and just drive me to the trop man...I get to the Trop and History is made...well in my book it is, but it is a sad, sad story coming up.........