If Fantasy Island doesn’t make it through Sandy then neither do I. If the Sea Dragon and the casino go under a piece of my soul dies. Top 5 moment of my life came when I was like 10 years old in the Fantasy Island casino. I put 5 quarters in one of the video poker machines and got 5 of a kind. Hit like the ultimate jackpot bonus thing which was worth like 50,000 points or something. The dudes who worked there in the red collared shirts with the quarter dispensers on their hips didn’t even know what to do. I was like a Fantasy Island celebrity for 5 minutes. Chicks were whispering “Is that the kid that hit 5 of a kind?” I probably could have gotten my first HJ if my balls had descended. But they hadn’t at that point. So instead I cashed in my whole summer’s worth of tokens and tickets and that jackpot for a Ken Griffey Jr signed bat. I showed up like like 50 buckets filled with red coins. A couple purple ones worth 250. A couple orange ones worth 500. Tangled up tickets for days. I walked out of there like a king. Hit the Sea Dragon and nearly shit my pants before going to the waterpark next door where everyone gets those rubber water slide mats that had a thousand teeth marks in them because kids just fucking loved to chew on them. Myself included. I just wish Ken Griffey did steroids like the rest of his contemporaries so that bat would be worth like a zillion bucks today.
Anyway, point is Fantasy Island and the rest of LBI getting fucked up is by far the worst casualty of this slut Sandy. A piece of me my childhood dies with it today.