In celebration of Chinese New Year I spent as much time as possible with as many Chinese people as I could. No, I didn’t go to the festivities in chinatown. It’s stinky down there and the only thing worse than being around a bunch of smelly Chinese people is being around a bunch of smelly Chinese fish markets. Yuck. I went to Atlantic City, where my mother assures me all the Chinese people will be, since they are all addicted to gambling.

Atlantic City knows that all of China is going to be there too, which is why all the AC hotel rooms were either already booked, or more expensive than I was willing to pay. Which is why I made this my first hit-and-run trip. No hotel, no luggage, just my jacket and the money in my pocket. In the end, it really wasn’t much different than normal, only instead of going back to my hotel room at 8am, I got something to eat and caught the bus out of there by 10:30am. I got just about the same amount of sleep on the bus that I would have gotten in the hotel, and when I woke up, I was almost home. Really not so bad. Though I do think I should start eating earlier. It seems that I get really caught up in the drinking and gambling and skip dinner every time I go. Maybe this is why I get uncontrollably drunk? Naw, it’s probably just all the Jack Daniels.