A few weeks ago I embarked on a life altering trip to Atlantic City. Armed with just a jacket, a good friend, and a round trip ticket, we set sail on our 24 hour adventure to Jersey. The ride over was smooth sailing. The lady at the ticket booth at PENN station even let us switch up our tix when I realized I had majorly botched our return. The train was practically empty and the only two chicken heads clucking were me and Michelle. Its about a 2.5 hour ride in to AC. Theres a spot on the train to buy snacks, cocktails, and energy drinks. I’m gonna skip over most of the deets of the actual trip because this is a family blog. The trip back at 11am, hungover, no sleep, and freezing cold air on the train was a recipe for pain and suffering, but all worth it. On to the bathroom. Its pretty much the opposite of an airplane bathroom. Its huge, door like a bank vault, and you don’t feel like you’re gonna get sucked through the floor when you flush. I also have to give props to all the most likely hungover peeps who managed to not puke it up in there. I give it 4 flushes. 

I realize the paper roll is empty, but look behind the toilet. Its gonna be ok.

To get the water to run you have to push up on that metal piece, like old school soap dispensers. 

If someone walks in on you, its cause you deserved it.