Atlantic City hasn't changed in the last 7 months (yeah, I realize that's probably not a surprise). There's some hope for the city, but unless oil/gold is discovered under the pawn shops on pacific ave, I'm not even sure that 2 billion is enough to turn the city into the waterfront paradise that I always wanted it to be. Revel will probably open sometime in 2011, and transformation or not, I'll be there to donate some more money to a good cause. If you're planning on taking a trip, I highly recommend the train. As much as I love a 15 dollar round trip, if you take the bus, you're invariably going to sit next to some one who eats fried chicken. And as much as I love fried chicken, the smell starts to bother me after about minute 45.
So the nostalgia was lost, but not because the city has turned into vegas. I'll take full credit for turning what should have been a slightly disastrous weekend given the circumstancs into an epic adventure involving a $57,000 jackpot, a blonde model, the craziest run at a craps table I've ever seen, and 4 hours of sleep for the entire weekend. I admit, I do get a certain kick out of being the swing factor.
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