I haven't been to Atlantic City in a long, long time. My family and I used to go often when I was young. I remember watching a celebrity drag show at the Taj Mahal and my sister getting lost in one of their casinos. Looking back, both of these memories might have been inappropriate decision making on the part of the parents, but we had a great laugh and still do every time we think about it. This past weekend, my husband and I ventured south, back to AC, to meet up with his sister and her boyfriend. AC is strangely, exactly how I remembered it– especially the Taj Mahal. There is comfort in knowing that some things never change.