Atlantic City...

On Friday I went to Atlantic City to see my favorite artist, John Legend, perform at the House of Blues: Atlantic City, which was located inside of the, Showboat Hotel and Casino.

I thought that John's performance at Central Park was phenomenal, but this one was even better! Not only because John winked, pointed, and made lots of eye contact with moi, but because his voice is just amazing. This man performs 5x out of a week, and he's always so invigorated. His energy was incredible, and he even came out to the crowd! If I had the money I would travel to see this man perform in other cities.

After my short trip this weekend, I have come to the following realizations:

a. I must learn how to drive.
b. I'm not that big.
c. Doing things alone, really is better.
d. My mother is annoying.

I realized that I need to learn how to drive because we had to take a Greyhound bus out there. Sometimes taking public transportation is better, but in this case taking our car would've been much better. My mother was worried about leaving our suitcase in the holding compartment on the side of the bus, so she decided to bring it on board and put it in the seat next to me. Unfortunately, the suitcase didn't buy a ticket. Everything was fine and dandy until two women boarded the bus at the last minute, a BIG one and a BIIIIG one. The BIIIIG one decided to sit next to me, and because of the suitcase copped an attitude. I dealt with this by keeping my cool, but being firm and attitudinal right back at her ass. Since I'm no lightweight, and this chick was on super sumo status, it made for the most uncomfortable of rides. She was spilling all over me, her arm was beating up my arm, and she was sweating on me. Sweating on me!!

Sometimes I get a little upset and sad because of my lack of friends, the ones that I do have...are a little off, so going out with them is a no-no. When going to concerts, it would be nice to share the experience with someone, ya know? After Friday, I realized that doing things alone really isn't that bad. After settling into our room, my mother wanted to get something to eat. At check in we received a coupon for five dollars off to a buffet located inside of the hotel, we had spoken to people earlier that told us the food was good. With the coupons, the buffet would've have totaled out to $24 ($12/each). Since my mother is one of the cheapest people on the planet, she wanted to eat at the Sands hotel because their buffet was only $7.77 per person, what the hell is an $8 difference?! In her world, that's like a million bucks. I went with her because I felt obligated to, she kept on reminding me about the cost of the hotel room. As soon as we stepped outside my hair died, I couldn't believe that it fell almost instantly! The sweat then began to form. I hate the heat with all of my being. If I could control the weather, Summer would never exist. I told my mother that I could go for a slice of pizza. Her response "Will that hold you?" The fuck?! A slice of pizza has "held" me every other time, this is NO different. She then says that she wants "real" food. As we walk, and walk, and walk some more I become more and more angry. I wanted to leave and go back to the hotel, but I was scared of her response. When we finally reach the Sands, well we were a block away...I lost it and told her that I was going back to the hotel. I went back, bought and overly priced muffin and strawberry frappucino from Starbucks. I went up to the room and prepared for the show. While I was in the bathroom, I heard my mother come in, when I came out she asked me if I wanted any food. Do you know what the "real" food was that she came back with? French fries, and a cheesesteak!! I couldn't fucking believe it, all of that complaning about junk along the boardwalk and that's what she ate at the Sands, what an idiot.

Since I now know the routine about traveling to A.C., I will save up my money and do it alone. I do not like to accomodate other people, I like to do what I want to do.