World Series of Beer Pong 5 - Day 3

 

 

The only other time that I put both drinks in one hand was so that I could pretend to pinch this naked golden statue's nipples. I'll never apologize for the fact that I am extremely juvenile. But I do try to hide it sometimes. But when I'm drunk the velvet curtain is dropped and the wise and powerful OZ is just a snickering pre-teen.

 

The other reason why we went to Casino Royal is because they have cheap drinks. The last thing that I needed was more alcohol but I just can't turn down $1 margaritas. I got two because I have two hands, but I put both drinks in one hand so that I could Start the Revolution with Julius Caesar. No one should do it alone.

Much like the all female dinosaurs in Jurassic Park found a way to change their lady parts into dude parts and reproduce in the wild, life found a way to go on without Con Te Partiro. If we were sober then we wouldn't have put up with crap like this, but our drunken selves gave up. We left and went to go find this hole in the wall bar that Brodey and Casey visited the other night. When we got there we found out that the place was closed. This was rather odd considering that it was Las Vegas and things don't close here, especially not a bar at 11pm at night. But it was a Tuesday, so I'm willing to give them a mulligan on this one. Plus there was reason why I should continue drinking after the day I had.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I really do not like the Flamingo. There's nothing great about the hotel itself that makes it stand out from the others. I would never rave about the casino or the hotel rooms. The only thing that it has going for it is the fact that it is in the center of The Strip. That's it.

I really like Caesar's Palace. I never got a chance to visit Ancient Rome in 49 BC to 44 BC when Caesar ruled over his empire. I regret that I never took advantage of that opportunity. But I'd like to think that it looked as stunning and magnificent as this.

 

 

 

 

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All four of us are big fans of Andrea Bocelli's "Con Te Partiro." We loved it long before the movie Step Brothers made it well known in popular culture. We love the song so much that we waited outside of the Bellagio and watched the fountain show 5 times just to hear it. The show plays every 15 minutes, so if you do the math we were sitting there for over an hour. We got impatient so the rest of the guys went to grab some drinks and I volunteered to watch our spots. And by watch our spots I mean I passed out on the ground. People walking by just stepped over me like I was the usual drunken derelict that passes out on the ground in Las Vegas. We saw the fountain show set to music like Luck Be a Lady, Simple Gifts, This Kiss, The Pink Panther Theme and Viva Las Vegas, but no Con Te Partio. This was bullshit to me at the time. And to be quite honest with you, it's bullshit now too. The first time that I ever saw the fountain show (back in May of 2005) it was set to that song, and no other song will ever do it for me. But we didn't hear that song and we all were pissed off. Life could and would not go on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wasn't quite ready for bed, so I went over to O'Sheas to see if anything was going on. O'Sheas has beer pong going all day every day, so this would be a gathering place for WSoBP people. I ended up hanging out with some friends and talking for a while, but I didn't play any beer pong. I was just there to observe and report.

 

We went back to The Flamingo to turn in for the night. For some reason Casey and Brodey felt the need to flip off this cardboard cut out advertising the hotel's Burlesque show. I'd chastise them for their actions, but I flip off everything from city busses to pregnant women. Who am I to tell someone who they can and can't give the finger to?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now it was 3:00 AM. Later today I would be going back home to Milwaukee and WSoBP 5 would be finished. I sat in the hallway outside of the Ballroom and reflected on my 5th foray into a World Class Beer Pong Championship. At the time I had planned for WSoBP 5 to be my last, but now that I have had the chance to relive the experience trough doing this write up, I can't help but want to go out there for another year. I never had any direction in life nor have I found a place where I was comfortable to be me. But in the beer pong community I can wear what I want, say what I want and be myself and be accepted by everyone there. I know that I should "grow up", move on and put this behind me, but I just can't do it. Which is why I have such a hard time letting go of the past and why I just know that I will be out in Las Vegas once again for the 6th World Series of Beer Pong.