Wednesday, December 30, 2009

We Only Get Kicked Out of the Classy Joints

How do you spell holiday fun? Like most red blooded Americans, we spell it AT L A N T I C C I T Y. Ok so, we aren’t red blooded. As a matter of fact, if you cut my husband, he bleeds Yankee blue and I bleed whatever the color of shopping is. And I am sure that most folks don’t go to a casino to celebrate Christmas with their family, but the day that I wake up feeling like most folks, is the day that I ask the Dr. to check me for a pulse.

My husband is the youngest child in a large family, with more than 10 years between him and the next youngest sibling, so he has adult nieces and nephews that are as close in age to him as his brothers and sisters are (and infinitely more fun). This year, one of the cousins decided that it would be fun to meet in Atlantic City, a couple of days after Christmas for a cousin’s get together and they were kind enough to invite my husband and I. Now, technically, we are their Aunt and Uncle, but neither of us has ever been referred to with that title. We are addressed by our first names, which is the way we like it. And knowing how I do love the Borgata and have a comped room waiting for me like an impatient lover, we said YES!

This stay they were overflowing in the Borgata, so they offloaded us on the Water Club (thank ya Jay-sus!), which was nothing short of spectacular. Oh Borgata, you are a sexy beast, but your sister the Water Club is a hotness monster. The Water Club has a beautiful bar in the lobby called the Sunroom (http://thewaterclubhotel.com/hotel/sunroom.cfm ) The sunroom has 25 foot ceilings, a glass, greenhouse roof, a 12 foot long gas fireplace and indoor waterfall. It. Is. The. Shit. PERIOD. The drinks are all top shelf, the staff is friendly (if a little slow) and the atmosphere is chill. There is only one problem, we were there on its opening day a couple of years back and we came perilously close to being thrown out.

The Sunroom is presided over by a hot-shit chef from NY City named Geoffrey Zakarian. There is a bar menu that he designed that I would describe as “Self-important Mediterranean”. GZ himself was onsite for the first couple of days to make sure that the staff didn’t hose up his Almond stuffed Olives or Organic Pretzels with Purple Mustard, and he was visibly stressed. Between running around with a Sharpie signing cookbooks for VIP visitors, giving tours, instructing the wait staff and generally hovering helicopter-style, GZ was in no mood for his first set of paying customers to be us.

We were visiting AC with another couple and we had spent a long morning and early afternoon gambling and we were burnt out. My friend Mare went up to her room to have a nap, leaving me to go have a couple of drinks with the boys. It was the first day of the Water Club being open, so we decided to go over and check the place out. They were offering room tours and pool/spa tours, but we could tell from the sleek, modern elegance of the lobby that the rooms were beautiful. We just wanted a drink or seven.

We rolled into the empty bar and ordered up a round of drinks – Rum and Coke, Cosmo, Gin and Tonic. One round led way to a second round and a third, then a fourth. By the time my friend woke up from her nap and rejoined us, we were five drinks in and getting goofy. After this, it gets hazy, but I know that there were more drinks, an introduction to the harried GZ, stolen hand towels from the swank bathroom and the clear marker of having had one too many drinks – my friend’s husband started to draw a crowd as he threw down pints of beer in a single gulp. At this point, we were rowdy, loud and had racked up a bar bill over $600. The size of our bill may have had something to do with our staying in good graces as long as we did. Eventually the bartender tipped us off that GZ/Mgt was getting a wee bit antsy with our presence. Luckily this message coincided with us having had our fill. No harm. No foul.

By the time we re-gathered for a late dinner, we had slept off some of the afternoon’s libations. With clearer minds, we rehashed the day’s activities and could totally understand how our behavior might not have meshed with the vibe of the bar. Because of this, my eyes dart left and right every time we walk into the Sunroom since that day. I fear that I will lock eyes with the great GZ and he will recognize us as the marauding band of drinkers that brought the class level down in his establishment on the very day that he was out to impress the masses and the investors. It didn’t stop me of course. I dig the sunroom and their Cosmos are divine. I had a couple-a-three over the weekend, but I stopped there. I don’t want to incur GZ’s wrath or ever risk being banned from the Sunroom. That would be a crime far greater than me stuffing my bra with pilfered hand towels and waking up from my nap wondering why I had a bust line that would make Dolly Parton blush. Good times. Good times.

32 Your comments, banter and witty repartee:

Sara said...

Hey, you celebrate however you do.

I personally opt for Thai takeout and watching a movie with my parents.

And I love that you refer to your beverages as libations. I had a friend in undergrad who would always invite me out for some "frothy libations". Made me smile.

Lisa Page Rosenberg said...

If The Almighty GZ doesn't want a party in his bar, he shouldn't have cocktails on the menu. I think all of those Zen establishments can generally use a little more life in them. Nice work.

angryredhead said...

I hope i never, ever lose that fun-loving spirit like the one you have!

Allyson said...

And this took me back to when my husband introduced me to KY's chief justice at an NPR fundraiser (where free wine and bourbon were provided) and I asked him if he wears anything under his robe. I had to be told of this story, of course.

You keep popping up on the blog rolls of all of my favorite blogs, so of course I had to come check you out. And follow.

Monique-aka-Surferwife23 said...

Umm, yeah. So I think you and I need to get together next time you hit the West Coast. We can do all of this in Vegas Baby, Vegas.

linlah said...

Naps, hnad towels, Dolly Parton, perfectly normal.

DG at Diary of a Mad Bathroom said...

Sara - Libation is a favorite word of mine too.

LPR - Yeah, we busted the Zen vibe in nothing flat. What do they expect? Atlantic City is technically the Jersey Shore. They may get Snooky and the Situation in there at some point.


Angry Redhead - I'm old, but I'm not dead!

Allyson - I might have asked that sober. However, empowered by Kentucky's greatest import, I definitely would have done the same.
Thanks for the follow!

Monique - We could do the female version of the Hangover.

Linlah - I KNEW you'd get it.

Chief said...

hey yo! I want to follow you on twitter. Whats yer handle sistazh!

Stephanie Stearns Dulli said...

I'm seriously depressed I didn't think up the line "I bleed whatever color shopping is" BRILLIANT! (and very true for me!)
I say as long as no one lost a tooth and you didn't wake up with Mike Tyson's tiger, you're doing ok!

Insanitykim said...

So whatever happened in AC, stays in AC, unless it was lifted from the bathroom counters...I see how it goes...

DG at Diary of a Mad Bathroom said...

Chief - I am Diaryofamadbath on Twitter.

Stephanie - I just woke up with a bra stuffed full of hand towels. WAY more tame.

Insanity Kim - That theivery gave me quite the rack.

Bathwater said...

Nothing like bring the Griswald Christmas vacation to Atlantic City! Actually I'm with your husband I'd much rather hang with the kids then the parents!

Maven said...

I think I've seen that chef on Top Chef!

And I'm with Stephanie - damn you and your brilliance! I want that line ;)

Happy New Year!

DG at Diary of a Mad Bathroom said...

Bathwater - it was actually a little Vegas Vacation. We kept telling one of my nephews that he was going to spin and win a car so that we could call him Mr Poppagorgio all weekend.

Maven - I think I have seen him since as well, on a show called Chopped. He seems much more composed on TV.

Michele said...

OMG.. I love this post.
Too funny! Glad to see you are having a great time.
I also love the use of the word "libations" as well! Classic

Sending warm wishes your way for the New Year!!! Always look forward to reading your posts.

Dorothy said...

Some people just can't take a joke..sounds like you had fun anyway..

Happy New Year

Dorothy from grammology
grammology.com

Arizona Mamma said...

Sadly I have actually been kicked out of a few joints. 86'd they say. Been a while...but one time it was for using the men's restroom. I had to pee, and the line (as usual for women) was super long. Went right into the men's room like I owned the place. Came out and was asked to leave. Nice.

MiMi said...

Man, that place looks swanky and fancy schmancy! I wouldn't be allowed in I bet!

DG at Diary of a Mad Bathroom said...

Michele - Thanks! Happy New Year!!

Arizona Mommy - I'd have done the same thing! As women we have less alternatives. It's not like we can go outstide and write our name in the snow.

Mimi - It is fancy and its almost always pretty empty (which is probably what I like best about it).

Aunt Juicebox said...

We have a couple casinos near here, and I've always wanted to go to one. I hear the food is frickin awesome. My husband doesn't want to go though. I think it would be a lot of fun.

DG at Diary of a Mad Bathroom said...

Aunt Juicebox - The answer to that problem is GIRL'S TRIP!!!!! We do girl's trips to the Casino all the time. Most places have spas and many nice restaurants. It's my idea of a good time, but not everyone likes it.

Existential Waitress said...

Good times, indeed! This is my kind of post. Some people just don't know how to have a good time. Happy New Year's!

DG at Diary of a Mad Bathroom said...

Existential Waitress - It is a cherished memory. Happy New Year!

Together We Save said...

Oh my.... I was just stopping by to wish you a Happy New Year!!

blueviolet said...

I thought I knew how to party. I ain't got nothin' on you!


Happy New Year!!!

DG at Diary of a Mad Bathroom said...

Together We Save - Happy New Year.

Blueviolet - I am an infrequent partyer, so when I do go for it, I go for the gold.

kys said...

Sounds like you had much more fun than I did over the holiday. (Of course, that doesn't take much.)

DG at Diary of a Mad Bathroom said...

Kys - It didn't totally suck. Parts of it were excellent (those would be the parts where I wasn't working).

Amy said...

I have definitely been in that position once or twice...or half a dozen times, but who's counting?

That place is AMAZING!!!!! If I'm ever in AC I'm totally going to have a cosmo for you in the sun room!

DG at Diary of a Mad Bathroom said...

Amy - Just keep it to a reasonable number (at least out of the double digits) or you might get the stink-eye from GZ. And trust me when I tell you, you don't want the stink eye from GZ.

miss jo said...

Does what happen in AC stay in AC ? You're brave for returning to the scene. Always risky. But sounds like GZ took himself way too seriously and you probably should have taken his Sharpie away. :)

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