World Series of Beer Pong 3

We were in Vegas, so you'd assume that people would want to go out for a night on the town, right? Wrong. Remember that when you make an assumption, you make an ass out of u and mption. I was flying solo tonight, which meant that I would have to be creative with my picture taking. Thankfully (sadly maybe?) I've had plenty of practice with the self timer so I knew exactly how to set up a makeshift tripod/camera stand and frame my pictures perfectly the first time. I didn't really mind that I was going out alone, because I wanted to get out and take pictures and visit all of the properties that I could so that I could brag about all of the places in Vegas that I visited. I know that it sounds stupid and immature, but when you work at a stupid and immature travel company, bragging rights are all you ever really have. Amongst my friends at work, I'm tops with travel experience, and I intend on keeping it that way. In the picture on the left, I pose with the Planet Hollywood hotel/casino, taken from the parking structure behind the Paris hotel/casino. The right picture is of me in front of the goofy French inspired fountain in front of the Paris hotel/casino. It's probably a replica of some famous fountain in Paris, but I didn't pay enough attention during my 4 years of French in high school and college to remember that kind of shit. It was pretty sweet, whatever it was supposed to be.

I'll probably never go to the real Eiffel Tower in Paris, so this is the closet that I will ever get to the real thing. I vowed to never leave America soil because I'm so ridiculously pro-America. USA! USA! USA! USA! I have been to Tijuana Mexico, but I consider it to be so much like the Dells (only dirtier and poorer, imagine that) that I don't consider it out of the country because it is too Americanized. I'm thinking about going to Canada to see the Toronto Blue Jays play or to visit Niagara Falls, but I doubt I'll make it to Europe before I die. I would consider going to Germany for Oktoberfest, because a beer celebration has my name written all over it. We'll see...

This is a replica of L'Arc de Triomphe, which is French for the Arc of Triumph. It was built by that short dead dude (Napoleon) to commemorate some victory or something. Like I said, I didn't pay much attention in French class to know the history behind it. But I'm not a dumbass, so I at least know some stuff, like how to look things up in the Wikipedia. The Wikipedia has bailed me out on so many occasions that I'm pretty sure that I owe it lunch at a nice restaurant, or at least a round of drinks at the local tavern. The Wikipedia is my go to guy and I am forever in it's debt. How else would I know that the main sculptures are not integral friezes but are treated as independent trophies applied to the vast ashlar masonry masses, not unlike the gilt-bronze appliqués on Empire furniture. There's no way I would've come up with that on my own.

The Bellagio is one of the most recognizable Las Vegas hotels, mostly because of the daily/nightly fountain shows in the expansive pond in the front of the hotel. The fountains are as much of a symbol of Las Vegas as the famous "Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas" neon sign, so of course I had to sit and watch the show, even though I've seen it half a dozen times now. I found a ledge that allowed me to be in the picture, and once again proved that I am the MacGyver of taking self-timer photographs. That was on the first take too. I'm good. I'm real good. Hey everyone! Come see how good I am! I'm so good that it should be illegal. Tired of it yet? Ok, I'll shut up about it. Face it, you're jealous.