Sunday, November 30, 2008

The Dirty Jerz

I saw the Girl Talk concert this past Friday night at Harrah’s in Atlantic City. If Girl Talk ever comes to your city, go see him. I’ve never been to a DJ concert before, and it was phenomenal.

The venue was really cool—the show was held at the indoor pool. However, the crowd wasn’t what we were expecting. To be honest, we thought there would be a huge Asian turnout. Asians like these types of things. We figured going to a DJ concert would be like going to see drifting or singing at a karaoke bar in Koreatown. Instead, the crowd consisted mostly of white Jersey trash. It was a huge let down, but the music made up for it.

Prior to going to Atlantic City, I was warned that I would have to lower my expectations for everything, mainly because it’s Jersey. A quote from my boss sums up the general attitude toward Atlantic City and Jersey. I told him I was hopping on the Atlantic City bus for a concert, and he said, “Ooooh. That’s a bad idea. Try and get out of that. The crowd on the Atlantic City bus consists of the most decrepit lowlifes you’ll ever meet. It’s terrible.”

And the guy was born and raised in Jersey. Yikes.

After that ringing endorsement, the bus ride there actually wasn’t all that bad. What was bad was walking into the casino. The crowd was super depressing. Let’s just say if I ever reach a point in my life where I start taking dates to the casino, I’d like you to shoot me.

I know it sounds snobby, but this is not a judgment against people who go to casinos. I actually know a lot of people who go to casinos, and they’re absolutely fine. But the people I saw last night…I don’t even know what to say. It was such a downer.

Also, rolling into Atlantic City isn’t exactly like rolling into Vegas. I remember driving into Vegas for the first time during a cross-country drive with the HGOC during the summer of 2004. It was a glorious sight. You could feel the energy of the city. We even felt compelled to yell “Vegas baby! Vegas!”

When you come upon Atlantic City, you just see a bunch of unexciting, bland buildings and the name “Trump” all over the place. Not exactly what gets me excited.

The ride home was slightly more interesting. We almost got into a fight with a black woman. She cut in line to get on a bus that tons of people were trying to board. It was 3:30 in the morning, and we were decently intoxicated, so we passively gave her crap by continuously telling the bus driver and crowd that she cut in line.

All of a sudden, she got in a shouting match with us, called us snitches and told us to go back to China. Too bad I was with a Korean (the BSD) and a Chinese guy. The BSD was like, “Yo what the fuck dude?! I’m Korean.” My Chinese friend said, “Yeah. That’s right. We’re from China. We speak perfect English and just got back from the Beijing Olympics. Yeah.” At that point, I was dying of laughter at all the asinine things she was saying, and said, “But I’m from Mexico! I wanna go back to Mexico!” Some dude in front of us thought that was hilarious.

So the woman continued yelling at us, continued telling us to go back to China and continued waving her acrylic nails in our faces, which resulted in a cut above the eye for the BSD. At one point, she even called us “Chong Chong Chong.” I have no idea what that means, but apparently it’s stereotypically Chinese. I guess she was an example of what my boss referred to as “the most decrepit lowlifes you’ll ever meet.”

After all of that, I got home at 6:30 in the morning. It wasn’t China or Mexico, but I did get to roll into my bed as the sun was rising. Good times!

I took a few photos, so feel free to check them out.

And now here is a classic 90s rap from Bone Thugs-n-Harmony to ring in December and wake you from your turkey coma:

1 comment:

  1. Pictures of girls in bikinis make any photo album better. (not creepy) I think you should start a TDB Xmas Bikini competition.