I'm going to tell you one of my secrets... the parking garage roof of the Taj Mahal in Atlantic City has a killer view.
I've got this crazy obsession with heights and being in high places, and killer views.
The thing that makes it great is that there's no wire, or glass or plastic hindering the view, so you can climb up on the ledge and have a full unobstructed and beautiful view of the nighttime Atlantic City.
So long as you're careful not to fall.
"I'm parking on the roof," I'm telling my boyfriend on the phone. "Park next to me there's a great view."
"How am I going to find your car?" he asks.
"I'll be the only one up there," I told him.
The amazing view is a secret that only me and Jess know about so usually when I park there I'm the only car up there.
Today, I had just dropped off my momma at the Atlantic City airport and boyfriend was meeting me in the casino because he'd worked some magic and got us a comped room.
So we spent the evening sipping on Jack Daniels on the rocks and we both got knocked out of the poker tournament we'd entered.
He played blackjack and won some cash, I lost some on the money wheel and we ate chicken parm, jumped on the bed in the hotel room (he's too tall so he had to stoop), then passed out and woke up and then checked out.
But it was snowing, and the weather reports said there were 8 inches of snow on the ground.
I found out that he hadn't parked on the roof with me because we were nearing the entrance to the elevators and he walked right past them.
"I got a good spot," he said, opening the door to the garage. "We don't even have to take the elevators."
"Why didn't you park on the roof next to me?" I asked him, wounded because I wanted him to see the great view.
"I took the first spot I saw," was his answer. "Who parks on the roof of a parking garage in a snow storm?"
"The view is amazing," I told him.
He was going to drive me to the roof where I was parked because I didn't want to go clean off my car alone.
It's freezing out so we get into his car.
He drives it up the ramp, we've got ten floors to go and he gets annoyed when an SUV with Maryland plates is acting all wacky and annoying and we get stuck behind them.
He's complaining about me parking on the roof and I'm protesting and trying to convince him that he missed out on a great view and we're all rabble-rabbling until we reach floor 6.
"There aren't even any cars on this floor," he says in amazement. "You drove past four empty floors full of parking spots to get to the roof?"
I crossed my arms. "I wanted to see the view."
He was just flabbergasted.
"Oh my god," he says, laughing. "This is ridiculous."
We get to the roof top and it's covered with snow and it's still coming down heavy.
"Where's your car," he asks.
"I think it's over there," I said, pointing to a lump.
"You're the only one up here!" he says.
My car is snow covered and I'm wearing silly flats that get soaked the second I get out of the car.
He helps me knock all the snow off.
"I'm telling everyone about this," he says, "It's going on Facebook."
I look over and he's got his cell phone out, snapping a pic.
"No! Don't tell anyone!"
"I'm telling everyone," he says. "It's mobile uploading right now I'm going to tag you in it."
"You'd better mention the great view," I said.
"You can't even see the view," he said.
All that falling blizzard snow was messing up the view and you couldn't see a damn thing.
It was all white.
We got done cleaning off my car , look over at his car and it's now covered with snow.
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| No fences! No railings! You can totally dangle! Super neato! |
The thing that makes it great is that there's no wire, or glass or plastic hindering the view, so you can climb up on the ledge and have a full unobstructed and beautiful view of the nighttime Atlantic City.
So long as you're careful not to fall.
"I'm parking on the roof," I'm telling my boyfriend on the phone. "Park next to me there's a great view."
"How am I going to find your car?" he asks.
"I'll be the only one up there," I told him.
The amazing view is a secret that only me and Jess know about so usually when I park there I'm the only car up there.
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| These things are more addictive than meth. |
So we spent the evening sipping on Jack Daniels on the rocks and we both got knocked out of the poker tournament we'd entered.
He played blackjack and won some cash, I lost some on the money wheel and we ate chicken parm, jumped on the bed in the hotel room (he's too tall so he had to stoop), then passed out and woke up and then checked out.
But it was snowing, and the weather reports said there were 8 inches of snow on the ground.
I found out that he hadn't parked on the roof with me because we were nearing the entrance to the elevators and he walked right past them.
"I got a good spot," he said, opening the door to the garage. "We don't even have to take the elevators."
"Why didn't you park on the roof next to me?" I asked him, wounded because I wanted him to see the great view.
"I took the first spot I saw," was his answer. "Who parks on the roof of a parking garage in a snow storm?"
"The view is amazing," I told him.
He was going to drive me to the roof where I was parked because I didn't want to go clean off my car alone.
It's freezing out so we get into his car.
He drives it up the ramp, we've got ten floors to go and he gets annoyed when an SUV with Maryland plates is acting all wacky and annoying and we get stuck behind them.
He's complaining about me parking on the roof and I'm protesting and trying to convince him that he missed out on a great view and we're all rabble-rabbling until we reach floor 6.
"There aren't even any cars on this floor," he says in amazement. "You drove past four empty floors full of parking spots to get to the roof?"
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| I'm not even sure that cars are allowed to park up here, it's all James Bondish. |
I crossed my arms. "I wanted to see the view."
He was just flabbergasted.
"Oh my god," he says, laughing. "This is ridiculous."
We get to the roof top and it's covered with snow and it's still coming down heavy.
"Where's your car," he asks.
"I think it's over there," I said, pointing to a lump.
"You're the only one up here!" he says.
My car is snow covered and I'm wearing silly flats that get soaked the second I get out of the car.
He helps me knock all the snow off.
"I'm telling everyone about this," he says, "It's going on Facebook."
I look over and he's got his cell phone out, snapping a pic.
"No! Don't tell anyone!"
"I'm telling everyone," he says. "It's mobile uploading right now I'm going to tag you in it."
"You'd better mention the great view," I said.
"You can't even see the view," he said.
All that falling blizzard snow was messing up the view and you couldn't see a damn thing.
It was all white.
We got done cleaning off my car , look over at his car and it's now covered with snow.