Alive With Pleasure
Krüde back to
his old stomping grounds called Atlantic City recently. AC in New
Jersey means a bunch of different things to different people. But it will
always mean living life to its fullest and grooving most hedonistically as I
can. And I do with regularity. Youse all know that
This trip took a weird turn the moment I arrived at the hotel.
I had booked a comped corner room in the South Tower at the Tropicana. Corner
rooms there have windows on two sides overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. Sweet
deal, for free (less local taxes of $36 a night). And the chicks dig it. When I
went to check in at the hotel at the standard time of 4pm, I was informed my
room wasn’t available. WTholyF??!!? So the crew at the Trop hooked me up
in the North tower with a swanky suite. Oh yeah!
The suite was large, in a quiet area on the third floor (just
above the craps and blackjack tables area). Separate bedroom and bathroom area
away from wet bar and living room. Very nice. Smoking room as well. No complaints
AC in the month of January is always a weird place to be. Cold
weather keeps people off the beach, boardwalk and away from the outdoor outlet
mall areas. Only the grizzled vets like me go at times like this. I love the
ghost town feel of this place, post the holiday bullshit.
$15 minimum bets at ALL table games that I saw
walking around a few casinos. That means all the cheap fucks of the world are
more reluctant to roll the dice or play blackjack. Nothing worse than a lousy
gambler with frugal tendencies. Total vibe killers. Gotta go for throat while
gambling. Put your balls on the line. Can’t win big by only relying on lucky
moon phases or karma. Play hard. Win big, I says
When entertaining a special lady in AC, these three things
must be included: fine dining, exclusive shopping and a great bartender. Chicks
love ordering funky drinks. Having a trusted bartender helps with making the
savage acts of gambling and fucking that much smoother. Happy wife. Happy life.
Or so to speak
I wouldn’t call myself Krüde if I didn’t genuinely fit the
bill. This pic cracked me up. My gf snapped it while I was having my post wake
up sustenance (Wild Turkey and Camel filtered). I did walk to the ice machine in
the hallway wearing these threads. Nobody was around, so no strange glances my
direction. Damn
Another fun trip to AC. Always an option in the Krüde
playbook of kicks. Mahalo
Yours unduly,
KK
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