November 22, 2008

Hunter picked me up at 9AM and I had a headache. Wonder why? We drove to Atlantic City. Shopped, not too much (new Cole Haan loafers, so Republican), and then I got a massage at Trump Plaza, our hotel, which was major because it seems untouched from the 1980s. We were guests of a delivery company and put up and given Madonna tickets.

The Madonna show was glorious. More on that later. I had so much fun, dancing, care-free. Ended up at a bar with some lesbians from SF and then onto the gay club, which was skeezy, but a blast. I felt like bread being pecked at by pigeons. But I kept dancing (to Madonna) and drinking beer (til 3AM!). You'd think I was 23 years old.