Atlantic City, An Adult Wonderland

Yesterday I took a trip to AC with my mom.  Since I only live about 25 minutes from this destination, it is a place I go to more often than most.  I have celebrated 21st birthdays, college graduation, being a bachelorette (I’ll give a shout out to my happily married friends Lauren, Mimi, and Kylie), and of course any other reason you can think of as a reasonable excuse to blow money.  A casino is an easy way to remove yourself from your life momentarily and pretend that you are the princess of Monaco for a day.  You can dress yourself to the nines and be anyone you want to be and no one will ask questions.

I have had so many short lived romances in Atlantic City and know many other people who have as well.  In fact, one of my guy friends met a Russian princess while there and fell in love with her for the night.  In reality we all know that she was not a Russian princess, but no one was going to argue that point after shooting back three Lemon Drops.  Personally, I took a liking to who turned out to be a married man at my friend’s bachelorette party.  At the time, we were in an Irish bar with extremely dim lighting and a very fun band.  Before I knew it, he had turned me around and started making out with me.  He dragged me out of the bar, at which point, my friend Steph noticed that he was quite unattractive and that he had a wedding band on.  I guess I had my beer goggles on by that time of the night…Oops!

These are memories I will always look back on with a smile.  What I really want Atlantic City to give me at some point of my life is a truly romantic weekend that I can look back on with butterflies in my stomach.  My ultimate dream date is to go to Atlantic City with my main squeeze (I may not have one yet but I’m working on it).  We’ll go for a nice dinner at some fancy restaurant I have never been to before where we can drink wine and have mind-blowing conversations.  Then he’ll whisk me off to the casino floor, where he will act as my personal guide to the gambling world.  After the night is through, he we will ride the elevator to our room in anticipation of another mind-blowing experience 🙂

Do you think this is asking too much from a man?  I certainly hope not because the man who sweeps me off my feet is the one I am going to want to spend the rest of my life with.  I can tell you with certainty that I know I haven’t met him yet 😉

Italy in NYC

Last week I took a day trip into New York City.  It was a quick trip with my mom.  We grabbed the 9:29 train, and came back by 4:24.  My mom is an art history teacher, so for my family, a trip to New York means a trip to at least one museum.  This time it was the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

I’ve been to the Met plenty of times, it’s definitely one of my favorite museums, probably because it’s so familiar.  For this trip we took a quick walk through the Greek and Roman hall (my favorite), then moved on to the second floor.  We took a look at some new pieces in the museum’s East Asian and Middle Eastern collections, then browsed through the current portrait exhibit.  And obviously, we hit the gift shop on the way out.  I just hope my mom can remember that she bought Christmas cards for this year when December rolls around!

After the Met we took the bus down to 23rd and 5th to go to Eataly, an Italian food hall/market that is owned by Mario  Batali, and Lidia and Joe Bastianich.  It’s a favorite stop for my mom, but this was my first experience.  I’m a celebrity chef nerd, so I’ve read about it and seen Mario talk about it in interviews on several occasions.  I was excited to see it with my own eyes.  To be honest, it was exactly what I expected: nothing more, nothing less.

The market has all the things that Italy is known for: pasta, specialty meats, cheese, bread, wine, gelato…  There are a few different dining options within Eataly including a vegetable section, pasta and pizza section, fish section, charcuterie section, and a full blown fine dining option.  My mom is a fan of the pasta area, so we went with that.  I stayed safe with a green salad and pasta pomodoro.  I was underwhelmed in my choice but after reviewing my decision, I feel I probably made the incorrect choice.  I thought the sauce would be a little chunkier with some tomatoes, but it was just an ordinary tomato sauce.  Don’t you hate when that happens?  The gelato after the meal made up for my previous poor decision.

Plenty of specialty imported Italian baked goods

I snuck a couple shots, but apologize that they are lame.  I didn’t want to look like a tourist snapping pictures in the open.

Rows and rows of olive oil and balsamic vinegar

Last Woman Standing…

If you know me, you know it’s no secret that I love fashion. I do not, however, enjoy the actual act of shopping itself all of the time. When shopping amongst a group of women, it can get ugly. During a Macy’s One Day Sale on Black Friday, it is like a pack of wolves […]