Hey, you guys miss me? Sorry, busy few weeks at work after taking that weekend off. Oh well, work hard, play hard, right?

If anyone's been following my post history, this is my 3rd field report. This was the weekend of 4/20, so a few weeks back; nothing very significant has happened since then so this is really the most recent field report I can give.

First off, if anyone's a fan of Always Sunny, I think they pretty much perfectly captured the putridity of Atlantic City in that episode they did about the Jersey Shore. I mean, I'm sure some places there are nice, but I was in a shit place. We stayed at the Trump Taj Mahal which, as far as I can tell, hasn't had a remodeling done in at least 15 years. That being said, it was for a very good friend's bachelor party, so I wasn't complaining; the suite was provided by his uncle, and I was there to have a good time. We were there for two nights.

The first night was fairly low-key. We got some booze from a liquor store, drank in the room, went down to the casino floor and just hung around, played some table games, etc. I didn't see a good opportunity to open anywhere, and as far as I could tell the population on the floor at the Taj isn't exactly HB7+ material (they were mostly old ladies).

We tried as hard as we could to get the groom to go out to a strip club, it being his bachelor party and all, but he wouldn't go; so his brother and I went for him. We stayed out until 6 AM on 4/20 and ended up smoking a blunt under the boardwalk as the sun came up. Pretty sweet night even if I didn't get laid. The second night it gets better.

So the next day, wake up around 2 PM, eat some food, get some drinks, get ready, go down to the casino floor again. Groom, once again, decides he's staying in for the night (I don't know why he decided to be so lame during his bachelor party, we were there for him, we wanted him to have a fun time) -- in any case, I hung out with the groom's brother again for the night.

I saw a couple of HB9's playing blackjack at some low-limit tables near the casino bar, so my friend and I sat down to play a few hands. Table was hot, everyone was on a good streak, things were good, I started chatting up the ladies. Good eye contact, though at first I was apprehensive about kino, it being a table game at a casino and everything. And then, her husband/boyfriend shows up to check on her, so, scratch that.

At that moment, I turn around to look at the bar. Bam. HB8 and HB7 sitting there, very obviously looking for attention, being loud, being the life of the party. I give my buddy the look, and we go in for the approach, we called out which ones we wanted -- for the sake of brevity, I wanted L and he wanted S.

I start talking to L and turns out she's from NYC and a HUGE Yankees/Giants fan, so I give her shit about that, even though I have no right to, because the Sox are awful this year and the Giants embarrassed us last year, but whatever, that's immaterial. Anyway, I continue talking her up and ask her what she's drinking. Jolly Rancher shots, that's all she drinks, just shots, all night. Awesome. I told her I've never heard of that, so she buys a round for all of us.

More talking ensues, turns out her parents are some high-rollers at the Taj and they're there every weekend, she gets comped rooms all the time, knows the owner of the on-premise nightclub, and generally, this seemed like a good deal. At this point I'm really heavy with the kino, my hand on her lower back/side, getting really close, looking straight into her eyes not breaking eye contact. Intense focus, so I don't really know how my buddy's doing but a quick glance tells me he's making some headway himself.

Anyway, after a couple of rounds of shots the girls go to the bathroom. This is where the story gets interesting. To spare the long, boring details; they switched us. L decided she wanted my friend, S decided she wanted me. So, when they came back, S was working me hard and L was pretty much on my friend's nuts.

The girls want to go to the nightclub and ask us to come, VIP status and everything. We get past the line, get in, the owner is there, he tells our bartender, free drinks for us. This is turning out to be a sick night. So we were there, drinking, a bit of dancing, lots of talking, for a while. L makes out with my friend, S is still a bit shy but I'm coaxing her out of her shell.

We leave the club after several rounds, go to the girls' room. I thought this would be it. Nope, they just wanted to change out of their heels, we're going to the boardwalk.

Once outside, I take S by the hand and walk her all the way out to the beach, into the water. I'm wearing probably my best-fitting dress pants and expensive shoes, but fuck it, at this point I was determined to make this a close. In the meantime, L is with my friend still on the boardwalk, sitting on a bench.

So, S and I talk, she tells me she never usually hooks up with guys (LMR at its finest), so I ask her, who said anything about hooking up? She laughs, then I went in for it; K-close. Nice. After a few minutes we start walking back towards the boardwalk, meet back up with the other two, and progress back up to the girls' room.

They were staying in a King room and they were sharing the bed, but also had two cots (just in case, I guess?). I'm a bit inebriated but I set up the cots because they were saying they needed to sleep in separate beds. It's all a bit hazy around this point for me.

Anyway, L is in the bathroom with my buddy, she said she was "changing" but he also got a beej in the process. After I set up the cots, S and I were laying together, keep making out, and my hands wander, and she lets them. I get under the clothes; awesome. My friend and I had already discussed earlier that night, if we hook up in the same room, no homo, but it'll be all good and we'd both be fine with it, so this was my only goal at this point.

L comes out of the bathroom and sees me on top of S, hands under shirt, and then engages mother hen mode. Fuck. They have to go to sleep, they have an early night, blah blah blah. I ignore her and keep making out. My friend gets discouraged and keeps trying to convince me we have to leave. We end up leaving. No F-close for either of us.

All in all, though, a good experience and a good skill-building exercise.

I'm going out tonight in Boston, let's see what the evening brings! Wish me luck.