The Borgata is probably the nicest AC hotel, of which I liken it to The Monte Carlo in Las Vegas. Again, nice hotel, but not luxurious like The Wynn, The Bellagio, etc. But very nice, sophisticated place, the type you don’t go raving around like a teen-aged lunatic right? LOL. Did I mentioned my good buddy JP was in town for the weekend also for our draft?
He and two other buds Scott and Tony were also in town and so the four of us were crashing in one room. After an initial night of black-jack with Scott while JP watched the Villanova Massacre, the four of us ventured back up stairs and three of us went down, all but JP. He seemed a little out of it, so looked like he was going to crash. We ate a late dinner and then Tony went upstairs while Scott and I were headed to play at little more 21. I got a call from Tony – one of those ‘oh my’ type calls.
Let me tell you…..upon getting back up to the room….you wouldn’t believe the blitzkrieg of vomit that could inhabitate one hotel room. I’m surprised the kid didn’t throw up his pancreas. The bed, the carpet, the bathroom, the sink filled to the brim, pillows, blankets, towels. Poor cleaning crew,…45 minutes, $20 in tips, and a night on the floor for me. Ugh. Ah, boys will be boys, and JP will be JP!
