............."What your about to read is a little story about two guys adventure to a place called Atlantic City, New Jersey.
Now before I go any further I ought to introduce myself. My name is Mark Dillon, Lutz's cousin/brother. Me and Lutz share very similar interests and when we are together it usually ends with a hilarious story. One thing that we both enjoy greatly is gambling, which brings us to our story....
December 25th, 2010.... Yes that's right folks Christmas day. A day where people enjoy being with their family and loved ones and we couldn't be anymore eager to hop in the car and head to AC. All day long we sat at my house waiting for the last family member to walk out the front door. Now before I go any further I just want to say that I love my family and enjoy spending time with them, but I also love to party and gamble, so I was like "a kid on Christmas" when I realized that it was time to hop in my car and speed off to Atlantic city. Living in Philadelphia and being only an hour away from Vegas' little sister is absolutely amazing and leads to some epic nights.
Before we left we made sure we bad all of the essentials... Money, ID, and booze. Check, check, check. On the ride down I'm called everyone and their mother trying to get them to come party for the night, but being Christmas night, we weren't getting many takers. About 30 minutes into the trip our luck changed. I get a Facebook notification from a girl saying she is down to party in AC with us. Now, I have never met or hung out with this girl in my life (don't act like you've never randomly added people on Facebook who you thought were hot so you could creep on their pictures cause we've all done it before lmao) . We exchanged #'s and talk and I tell her to bring a friend and meet us down there, but to send me a picture first of her and her friend so we know exactly what we are working with here.
Now before I go any further I ought to introduce myself. My name is Mark Dillon, Lutz's cousin/brother. Me and Lutz share very similar interests and when we are together it usually ends with a hilarious story. One thing that we both enjoy greatly is gambling, which brings us to our story....
December 25th, 2010.... Yes that's right folks Christmas day. A day where people enjoy being with their family and loved ones and we couldn't be anymore eager to hop in the car and head to AC. All day long we sat at my house waiting for the last family member to walk out the front door. Now before I go any further I just want to say that I love my family and enjoy spending time with them, but I also love to party and gamble, so I was like "a kid on Christmas" when I realized that it was time to hop in my car and speed off to Atlantic city. Living in Philadelphia and being only an hour away from Vegas' little sister is absolutely amazing and leads to some epic nights.
Before we left we made sure we bad all of the essentials... Money, ID, and booze. Check, check, check. On the ride down I'm called everyone and their mother trying to get them to come party for the night, but being Christmas night, we weren't getting many takers. About 30 minutes into the trip our luck changed. I get a Facebook notification from a girl saying she is down to party in AC with us. Now, I have never met or hung out with this girl in my life (don't act like you've never randomly added people on Facebook who you thought were hot so you could creep on their pictures cause we've all done it before lmao) . We exchanged #'s and talk and I tell her to bring a friend and meet us down there, but to send me a picture first of her and her friend so we know exactly what we are working with here.
At this point me and Lutz are
expecting a normal picture of the two of them, when in reality she sent
one of them on Halloween dressed as two really sexy/slutty playboy
Bunnies. I showed Lutz the picture and almost instantly he says..." dude
are these girls prostitutes?" I started to piece everything together ...
Random girls + provocative pictures + being "available" on Christmas
night = quiet possibly prostitutes.... But at this point I didn't care
because we were 10 minutes from Atlantic City and I was ready to rage.
Once we got to the hotel, we proceeded to check into our room to put our bags away. After going to the room we immediately hit the tables. Two hours later and We owned the blackjack tables and were both up $350 bucks. My phone began to ring, It was the girls, and they are in the hotel lobby. We both picked up our chips and go find them. I spotted them about 75 feet away and they looked like normal people, not prostitutes, but looks can be deceiving. We say hello and then proceed to the hotel room and continue to drink. Once we are all nice and drunk we decide to hit the town some more and party. We bar hopped from casino to casino having the time of our lives. At about 3am we decide to retreat back to our hotel and continue to drink.
Once we got to the hotel, we proceeded to check into our room to put our bags away. After going to the room we immediately hit the tables. Two hours later and We owned the blackjack tables and were both up $350 bucks. My phone began to ring, It was the girls, and they are in the hotel lobby. We both picked up our chips and go find them. I spotted them about 75 feet away and they looked like normal people, not prostitutes, but looks can be deceiving. We say hello and then proceed to the hotel room and continue to drink. Once we are all nice and drunk we decide to hit the town some more and party. We bar hopped from casino to casino having the time of our lives. At about 3am we decide to retreat back to our hotel and continue to drink.
As we were walking back we noticed an old fat guy speeding down
the sidewalk on a rascal scooter coming right at us. The closer he came to us,
we started notice that not only is this man completely shit faced he also had an unconscious
woman draped across his lap. The site of this alone has us
geeking out, and it only gets better when he decides it's a brilliant
idea to ride right off the curb with his rascal scooter. As you might
imagine this does not work out well for him as the two of them go
crashing to the group literally at our feet. Not believing what just
transpired before us the four of us just stand there jaws dropped. After
a few minutes of uncontrollable laughter a cop pulls up and we help the
man and his lady friend (who by the way IS a prostitute, unlike the two
girls hanging out with us) back up on their Rascal Scooter and let the
police take care of the beautiful couple.
Not wanting to call it a night, we got back to the Hotel Room and called room service. Now if you ever want to be grossly over charged for something, order a bottle of alcohol from hotel room service. A Bottle of Absolute ran us close to $80, and to make it worse, we had to pay for the juice as well to mix it. Our desire to keep our "Christmas Party" going costed us over $100, but both of us were up money from gambling and could care less. At around 4 am, I am expecting the person on the other end of the line to be a disgruntled old man/woman who just hates their job, but I was shocked to hear a pleasant lady who just seemed like a ball of fun, so I did the only logical thing and asked if she could personally bring up the booze to us and party with us....and as you might have guessed that didn't work to well. Hey you cant win em all ha-ha. After a few more drinks and seeing the sun begin to rise, the ladies head on their way home and we finally crash to our beds and get some shut eye.
As many of you might know, hanging out with Lutz always ends up with a great story to tell other people. Me and him have a ton of great stories and memories, some we cant speak about, others we speak about any chance we get. I realize this is really long for a blog entry, and hope you enjoyed reading it because I enjoyed getting drunk on some Jamison and writing this."......
Not wanting to call it a night, we got back to the Hotel Room and called room service. Now if you ever want to be grossly over charged for something, order a bottle of alcohol from hotel room service. A Bottle of Absolute ran us close to $80, and to make it worse, we had to pay for the juice as well to mix it. Our desire to keep our "Christmas Party" going costed us over $100, but both of us were up money from gambling and could care less. At around 4 am, I am expecting the person on the other end of the line to be a disgruntled old man/woman who just hates their job, but I was shocked to hear a pleasant lady who just seemed like a ball of fun, so I did the only logical thing and asked if she could personally bring up the booze to us and party with us....and as you might have guessed that didn't work to well. Hey you cant win em all ha-ha. After a few more drinks and seeing the sun begin to rise, the ladies head on their way home and we finally crash to our beds and get some shut eye.
As many of you might know, hanging out with Lutz always ends up with a great story to tell other people. Me and him have a ton of great stories and memories, some we cant speak about, others we speak about any chance we get. I realize this is really long for a blog entry, and hope you enjoyed reading it because I enjoyed getting drunk on some Jamison and writing this."......
There is not much to add to this story, or much more to say. My cousin is pretty much a carbon copy of me. This was a great night, and I am glad he wanted to share it with everyone! Like I've said in previous posts, I am always looking for suggestions for blogs, and if you want to share a funny story or have something to say, just email me, text me, Facebook me, tweet me (@_justlutz), or whatever form of social media you use! Just dont call me, I fucking hate phone conversations. Have a great day and check back for more posts!
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