World Series of Beer Pong 4

The crew at Film 101 finally did the right thing and unleashed "Last Cup : Road to the World Series of Beer Pong" upon it's target audience - the players at the World Series of Beer Pong. For many of these people who have committed several years of their life to this sport, this would be the first time they saw the film that celebrated their passion. And judging from the audience reaction, the Film was a resounding success. When I saw this film at CineVegas, I was watching it with film people. here, it was beer pong people. Most of these people even made appearances in the film, so it was a special opportunity to be in their company while I watched this flick for the 100th time. Not going to lie, but I seriously have watched this film over 100 times. But it was nice to finally watch it with my beer pong colleagues.

I already knew that only the top 128 teams made the Playoffs, and since we had finished at 136, I had no reason to rest up tonight in preparation for tomorrow. Since I didn't need to sleep, I wandered around the outside gardens of the Flamingo, and took pictures of me looking pissed off. But I guess that I had my reasons...

The Revolution was born on July 3rd 2008, but Julius Caesar started the revolution long before we were all born. But it was still good to see that his statue outside of Caesar's Palace had his fist raised up in preparation for the fire poles to be enlightened. Because when we start the revolution, you better be ready.

Unfortunately I'm always hanging out by myself. It's times like this that I wish I could clone myself like in the Arnold Schwarzenegger action hit "The 6th Day" so that I would have an Iceman 2 to hang out with when everyone else bails on me. I don't know why everyone else goes to bed early when we are in Las Vegas, but then again no one knows how to rage it like I do. So I walked around the pool area and imagined how sweet it would be here in the summer when all of the ladies are showing off their totties to anyone who was lucky enough to be there.

No, this isn't me trying to invent a new hand signal that will take over the peace sign, it's me showing you that it is 4:00 in the morning. And I'm hanging outside by myself at 4:00 am. Which really says a lot this particular trip. When I wasn't playing beer pong, I was just randomly wandering around by myself and trying the best to have a good time. For the most part it worked, but I still would have preferred someone who was nice enough to not let me walk around looking like a friendless loser. But apparently that is a lot to ask of some people. Maybe I need to go to Las Vegas with people who want to stay up and party instead of sleep. But where in the world am I going to find people like that? After all, who likes to have fun these days?

It was like 3:00 in the morning, so it was no surprise to me that the Flamingos were sleeping. Truth be told, I should have been sleeping too, but I had no reason to rest up. Since we failed to make the playoffs, I could stay up as late as I wanted to and not worry about the repercussions of my late night actions. Prior to coming out here (around 11:00 pm), I put $20 in a slot machine. After about 4 hours of free drinks, I cashed out with $20. Not too damn bad if you ask me. That is by far my favorite part of Las Vegas. As long as you are sitting at a machine or on a table, the drinks keep on flowing. Well at least if you tip the drink girls. I no longer had the desire to keep on gambling and drinking, so a little fresh air did me some good. After all, what else was I gonna do - go to bed? Who the hell sleeps in Las Vegas?