A couple of weeks ago, TS and I went to Ocean City. On the way down he texted a lady friend and said he was coming down and she should meet up at yesterdays. An hour later a weird phone number calls him and was like, this is her boyfriend you stay away from her you piece of shit, I'll fuck you up, etc. This kid had one of those wannabe tough guy italian voices when he's clearly a waste of life. When we go to Yesterdays we had some drinks and started calling, the nice boy back, Artie Elloway. He kept saying who is this blah blah, and as the mature people we are we told him it was Artie and who are you. He said he wanted to meet up and take care of matters, we told him go to the 14th street WaWa. We then decided to go to Atlantic City. Stew, TS, Rainman, and I piled into a cab and went to the Tropicana, where we met up with D-Rock. After losing alot of money and getting alot of free drinks we get rowdy and wanted to get kicked out. We found a wheelchair took it, and Rainman sit in it and become Rainman, we are horrible people I know but at the time it was classic. We would be rolling him around and he'd break things and no one would care. We then rolled him behind a guy playing slots and just left him, rainman would make all this noise and the guy just wouldn't care. Put him at a blackjack table where he disrupted the game and such. As we were trying to figure out what to do, this crackhead looking type guy came up to us and asked if we were hungry. We said yes. He then said he had a voucher for $150.00 and he wanted food but didn't want to eat alone and we should come with him. We followed him and he took us to the most expensive restraunt in the casino, the type of place where grilled cheese costs 14.95. When we sat down we all ordered Miller High Lifes, since it's the champagne of beers. The man who took us there then looked at his watch and said he had a bus to catch, but he was low on cash would we give him 10 dollars for his 150 dollar voucher, ah! it is a total scam, but being as the drunk fools we were we said sure. We ask the waiter if the paper was legit and he said he thought it was, so we said fuck it. Filled up on expensive grilled cheese and beer champagne. Rainman got angry and started throwing toast and such around. The waiter who looked like George Washington started yelling so he stopped. Then he launched another toast etc. We left there and broke a bathroom. We could not get kicked out of this casino. Go to the top floor, throw chair down 3 flights of stairs. It is now like 430am, our ride home Damian becomes MIA so we need ataxi, we decide to bring the wheel chair with us. Taxi driver pulls up:
me: "can you pop the trunk so i can put my chair in there"
taxi: "i don't know if it will fit, but you can try"
**i struggle with it for a bit, he comes out tries to help and sees it says property of tropicana on it**
taxi: "is this your or did you just use it enough and you feel entitled to it"
me: "i pretty much feel its mine"
we struggle some more give up throw it in street.
day over....
moral of the story: tropicana is impossible to get kicked out of...
