day three hundred eleven.

Day Three Hundred Eleven  Tuesday  7/6/10 

Dress:  Red Halter Polka Dot Dress

Purchased From:  MOLLY DELANEY

Year or Era Purchased: Spring 2010
Price: $FREE
Accessories:  

Hair and Makeup: Black flats, red cat kiddie barrette 

Comments/Compliments/Complaints: Michael liked the dress

Okay, so I didn't wear this dress all day because I knew we'd be going to the pool so for part of the day I cheated and wore the black dress from day three.   I then thought that was too much and just donned a skirt and my bathing suit.  I woke up and walked over to Dunkin' Donuts, barf, for some iced coffee and to the 7-11 for some sunscreen.  Michael and I sort of enjoyed the coffee while we watched bad tv and I got ready.  We then headed to the restaurant attached to the hotel, Teplitzky's.   I ordered a bloody maria and it was quite possibly the best I've ever had.  I then ordered a wild mushroom omelet, quite possibly the blandest I've ever had.  Sad.  Michael had falafel sliders and they were delicious but tiny and without any extras.  What a weird little restaurant.  After lunch we headed to the pool and enjoyed some more drinks and then hung out on the couches and read.  It was so, so, so very lovely. 

It was amazingly cool and we didn't feel any of the heat wave that was happening in Philadelphia.  What a fabulous time to vacation.  We read for hours (me the third book in the Sookie Stackhouse series, perfect summer reading, and Michael the fifth section of book in the first book of the Aubrey-Maturin novels) and sipped margaritas.  I'm in love with pink metal tables that were all around the pool area.  I'm in love with most of the furniture at The Chelsea.   After hours of reading and a few drinks we headed back to our room for a vacation nap that lasted way longer than it should have.  Around 9 we woke up and I got ready.  I wore a dress from Ms. Molly that I liked very much and thought worked well with the whole Atlantic City vibe.  We decided we needed gross food so headed to Johnny Rocket's on the boardwalk to fill our greasy cravings.  

Our waitress was named Locket. I kind of loved that.  Michael got a root beer float and I got a vanilla Coke, the only way I'll drink soda pretty much.  We both got veggie versions of burgers and filled our bodies with the grossness.  The burger was sort of gross and flavorless so I asked for pickles to spruce it up a bit.  It sort of worked.  I don't know how you make boca patties taste so bland, whatev, that's what we get for eating like crap.  

With insanely full tummies we walked a bit and then fulfilled Michael's desire to play $20 on a slot machine.  It took a lot less time than he anticipated.  I sat and watched for the few minutes it took for the machine to eat the money, credit by credit.  The casino smelled of coconut suntan lotion, stale cigarette smoke and desperation.  After getting a bit lost in the purposeful maze of the Tropicana we headed back to our hotel room and drank some wine and watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer, such a good guilty pleasure movie.