World Series of Beer Pong 4

There are plenty of little convenience type stores that sell beer on the Strip, but they are all way overpriced. I guess you have to go off the Strip to get beer and liquor at their normal prices. We had a bit of a time crunch (more on that later) but we still had some time to walk around and check things out. We walked pretty much to the South end of the Strip (by MGM Grand and New York New York), grabbed some beer, then started heading back to the Flamingo. Kanz bought 2 16-ounce bottles of Coors and I bought a 40-ounce bottle of Mickey's. I insisted on having a paper bag so that I would be the only person rockin' a 40 in a bag on the Strip at 5:00 pm on a Thursday afternoon. And I was.

From my window I could see the lush tropical oasis that is the signature feature of the Flamingo, and upon further review (which you'll see later on) I wish that I could be here in the summer. It's in the 50's in the winter here, which isn't bad, but from the warmth of my hotel room, every thing looked simply great outside.

I got into town mega early, so my hotel room wasn't ready yet. When it finally was, I promptly went inside, opened the curtains to reveal the floor-to-ceiling windows, and posed for a sexy picture. Well, I guess if you're a dude then it's not that sexy. Unless you swing that way. If so, quit staring. It's making me uncomfortable.

And wouldn't ya know it, they actually have flamingos at The Flamingo. It's about time that someone or something made a promise and delivered. I give them major props for this one. From my room, I could see these pink beauties chilling in their habitat.

All we had to do today beer pong wise, was check in for the tournament. The rest of the time was ours to spend it how we wished. So Kanz and I walked the Strip looking for some booze. Hell, we were in Vegas, might as well start getting our drink on.

Joey Kanz always has been and always will be a mountain of a man. If he wore a plaid shirt, carried an axe, and hung out with a giant blue bull, I would swear that he was Paul Bunyan. If he were green, I would assume that he was either the Incredible Hulk or the Jolly Green Giant. At times, I thought that the subject of the Roald Dahl book came to life and I was looking at the BFG - Big Freakin' Giant. Kanz is a beast, but he's my beast, and he's the best beer pong player that I have ever known.

As I kid I always enjoyed reading the Where's Waldo? books. Although you really can't use the word reading to describe what you do while paging through those books. It's more like looking at the Where's Waldo? books. I always liked them, because for my undeveloped and primitive mind, they were extremely difficult. I look at them ever today, and I have trouble finding that skinny bastard. I think it's cause everyone else on the page wore similar clothing (that ridiculous red and white striped shirt and hat) and was about his same size in height and width. None of that applies in the picture to the left. Take a second to play Where's Kanz? Cause it only does take a second. Anyone who takes more than a second to find that goofy beast is either a baby or retarded. And my apologies go out to any babies or retarded people who trouble finding him. I didn't mean to offend you. That's just how it is.