Atlantic City- August 7, 2023

We woke up promptly at 9:30 for our morning on the beach.
Then we went back to sleep and woke up promptly at 10:30.
 Rosa and Anabelle got ready to hit the ocean while I called housekeeping for some toilet issues we had. I have no problem fixing stuff in the tank at home, (plus it is one of the few things in the home I know how to fix) but this was an alien toilet.
 
I was on hold…
For multiple life spans.
 
Eventually the awesome and helpful Moesha answered and arranged for the hotel plumber to come up.
 
The beach had been cloudy the entire time my genetically disposed to tanning wife and daughter were down there. When I arrived, the sun came out full blast. Rather than hiding under multiple layers I decided to brave a phased approach. Amazingly, my arms had tanned the first day, therefore on this day I switched to a tank top while maintaining the multiple gallon method of sunscreen.
 
My lower arms remained the same slightly tan they had turned the day before while my shoulders and neck turned beet red and peeled like a lizard in a couple of days.
 
Anabelle and I both read our Arthurian based books. Once everyone was done turning the colors our ancestral make up dictated, we went back into the hotel. Housekeeping came by very late for the gambling crowd, therefore I bummed some towels and shampoo off the cart lady in the hall. This was especially needed since we had less than the total occupancy of the room for towels to begin with.
 
The toilet appeared to be fixed.
 
Life is not based on appearances.
 
With our late start, infinite hold time and other issues, “lunch” became three o’clock appetizers at the new “Wild Honey” barbecue restaurant that had replaced the variably tempting Irish place.
 
After eating a random selection that filled us up somewhat while also preventing us from wanting a return trip, (the food reached "the heights of 'meh'") we ventured on to the Boardwalk to check out what was left of the mall.
 

B*Iconic was not one of the things left.
Alas.
 

To continue the Alasness, a trip into Caesars revealed the Chariot was gone to make more room for Gordon Ramsay’s restaurant. The weenie.
 
The fountain around the giant Augustus statue was turned off as well.
 
Luckily, the fancy gelato stand is always a way to lift spirits.
Their Caramel Banana was excellent.
 
We checked various low quality level Boardwalk stores and Anabelle found a satisfactory pair of large, purple sunglasses.
 
Rosa also did some purse hunting, where the discovery of a turquoise ring for Anabelle softened the blow of losing B*Iconic... 

a tad.
 
We returned to our room to learn that my rapid and confusing request to the cart lady may have frightened all of housekeeping away from our room. Luckily, we are a fairly clean family.
 
For them, there was a mix of reading, adjusting what was stored in which bag since drawer space was minimal, and looking for various braces to handle multiple injuries.
 
For me, Mainly it was getting overly emotional concerning the DC comics I was reading because I’m pathetic.
 
The hotel continued to not answer any phones, leading Rosa to text housekeeping, and for Anabelle to wonder if the housekeeping lady ran off with the towel man.
 
This was to be our “Fancy Night” at Cuba Libre. Rosa and Anabelle donned their dresses and did their hair and makeup.
I threw on the loud print, collared, Disney shirt I had "modeled" over my t-shirt.
“Leave me alone I’m on vacation” applies as much to wardrobe as it does to food.
 
I’m pretty sure our hostess was a Vulcan.
 
In that spirit and since we’d been watching it again, instead of usual Disney World Trivia, Anabelle wanted Star Trek Trivia.
 

(Tune in next week for an image that proves it was the posture and billowing shirt that made me look like this and I was not, in fact, the size of the larger sea going mammals)

Their paella was fantastic, the Mahi Mahi I had was as good as I’d come to expect. As usual there was a side order of Yucca fries. Anabelle let me have one…
But not THAT ONE!
The vegetable chips were Gluten Free and always a tasty add on.
Dig me, I’m a food blogger.
 
For dessert we used the coupon for the Mrs. Field’s cookies. This was instead of my usual stop to see if my weird movie loving friend (that is, we both love weird movies, he was not weird) had an unusual beer suggestion at “Time for Wine,” because he wasn’t there. I didn’t see him the whole time and he used to be there every night. Hopefully, he found a more interesting and fulfilling job elsewhere.
 
Anabelle didn’t want to taste my cookie and let loose a nice rant about the discrimination against oatmeal raisin cookies in the baked goods world.
 
Rosa got a Strawberry milk shake there. At least that’s what we thought it was until the next day.
 
Before fully settling into the room, Anabelle and I went down to the 24-hour food place in the Quarter and did find oatmeal raisin cookies.
 
Huzzah!
 
Back in our room, there was a bit more Star Trek trivia before sharing another episode of the well presented Wolf family documentary.

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