I'm in some small town in Virginia, parking with relatives until a business meeting this afternoon. It's all pumpkins and fake cobwebs, as here, Halloween is all about kids and tricks or treats. We left AC to go to DC, and I don't need any wise cracks from the peanut gallery. We are exhausted from our trip to the Borgata and its whirlwind '80s weekend. Everything was sold out, and people who read my Friday article were trying to hustle me for hookups. There are a billion reasons why Borgata sells out on these big weekends. Basically, as the only game in town, it refuses to rest on its laurels and continues to book great acts, events and DJs.
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