More trip stuff and what the hell is Elena buying now?

The trips just keep on comin... part two:

They arrived in Atlantic City on Monday in the late afternoon. They went to dinner at a place called the Playground. I’ve never heard of it, but then again I haven’t been to Atlantic City in more than fifteen, twenty years. Last time I went Trump was a harmless crackpot trying to run casinos down there. They went to dinner at ‘The Rainforest Cafe’. I thought they were all gone after it closed down in the Palisades Mall something like twenty years ago around 2004. They dranks some at dinner. After dinner they gambled and if you use Elena math, she left with money, I think. She put in so much, cashed out, put some more in and cashed out. So I don’t really know what she left with. I only know as the expression goes…’The House always wins.’

The next day, a Tuesday, they spent time at the zoo in Cape May. That’s an area I love with all the old houses. Wednesday, they were supposed to go to the beach, but ended up rummaging through antique stores. I used to love doing that when Nyack was chock full with them. They were home Thursday, but she stayed over at Matt’s house until late and went back to work on Friday. Not having spent enough money at Atlantic City, on Saturday Elena buys her bearded dragon a new tank. This is the third one she’d had in her room for him. I don’t believe she’s paid for all of them. There’s still more, as game shows used to say. She also purchased a 55 inch ( far corner to opposite corner) TV set from Best Buy. I don’t know if she did any research before buying it. If it was me at that age, I’d have woken up that morning and thought, “I want a big ass TV!” and went out and purchased it. Come to think of it, she at least thought, maybe even said “I want a big ass TV” and then thought or said, “Along with a new tank for my dragon.

I was drafted to help her with the TV and the tank. We put the tank in the front living room mainly because I didn’t want to take it up the stairs. The TV and the wall hanger we took up to the room. The wall hanger is heavier than the TV. I could have walked her 55 inch set up the stairs by myself. When I was living in a third floor walk up in Stony Point and I woke up one morning and said I wanted a big ass TV or the equivalent in 1989 cool dude. It took me three stops along the short route to catch my breath. Remember this was the thirty-one year old me. That TV was only 36 inches, considered big for the time, but it also had a tube and weighed a ton. I later rolled the set down my front stairs when I tried to move it with a hand truck, thinking I was smart, down the front stairs when I moved into the Nyack House. Teri bought me a replacement for it just as flat screens were getting popular. I rolled the second one sort of down the front stairs when we got our first flat screen. Since it is not my TV I am very careful and read the directions to mount the wall hanger for the TV. I even get the correct size drill bit and use the mounting diagram. It all goes smoothly. The brackets go on the back of the TV and it’s a nice light TV so Elena and I pick it up, a couple of wires and suddenly the room is lit up with that bright fluorescent glow of too much TV right next to her bed. Ahhh, the good old days when I’d do something like this.