We're on the road again, reunited with our trusty hybrid rental from Hertz, and making our way to Atlantic City.
Some have called it the Genting Highlands of East Coast USA, although we'd like to assure you, gentle readers and viewers, we're only going there because of the beaches and Cape May. And to partake of their cheap buffets, of course.
Hotel Mela was really great to stay in, being at the doorstep of Times Square. I walked to my Spamalot musical last night, just like that. I wish I had used their gym though, I think we're putting on weight from the rich food here. Jason, my friend, asked me on MSN when I was online on pfingo, if I was sian from roti yet. I told him, ya, too much bread here, I miss my bak cho mee, man.
I bit the bullet and bought the map license for my Nokia Maps a few days ago. No point getting lost again because of my poor map reading skills. The phone began shouting instructions at me the minute I began the navigation function. Oops, volume too loud.
I called home before I left New York and mom told me laughingly that Faith was shouting and crying just now. Why, I asked.
"Oh, she popped a chili padi in her mouth, while in the kitchen, thinking it was a sweet. We had to put some sugar and ice in her mouth to calm her down," Mom said, laughing again, "That will teach her not to put everything in her mouth. She's fine now."
Got to go for now. GPS Lady is shouting instructions at us again.