World Series of Beer Pong 7

The most important thing that I do out here in Las Vegas is go to the In-N-Out Burger. No matter what happens during my time out here, if I don't check this one off of my list it was a wasted trip. Well, either way it is a wasted trip but you get my point. It's quite a haul to get to it without a car but it is well worth it once the Animal Fries and Double Double touches my lips. It's so magical that I wish they would build one here in Wisconsin. For now I can only get it once a year, but that's what makes it so good. I look forward to this moment all year long.

The Freemont Street experience is pretty sweet and we saw several different shows. We were there for several hours after all and the show is at the top of the hour. I can't remember what they were but does that really matter? I was drunk! And you should be drunk too.

I tend to talk about things a whole lot and hype them up. Sometimes that works against me but if it is something I truly believe in, I will sell the shit out of it. This would be Kevin's first time eating at In-N-Out Burger and I can promise you that it will not be his last. Aside from my incessant jabbering about it, Kevin knew about this place from the Big Lebowski, a movie which he worships. And although he might be eating here thanks to Walter and The Dude, I'd like to think that I had a small part in bringing him here. But rest assured that he will be back.

As you've seen from this year and in previous years of my time at the WSoBP, there are plenty of street performers in costume here in Las Vegas. They prey off of tourists like me who are susceptible to cheap ploys like a figure from their childhood. I got a picture with Cookie Monster and in return I gave him $1. If 14 other people do that within an hour he ends up making more money than I do. And people wonder why the streets are filled with beggars and people like this. They never have to work a day in their lives. Somehow they figured it all out.

There are a lot of places in Las Vegas that I have never been to. There are some places that I've only been to once. There are some places (like the New York New York Casino) that I want to go back to. But one place in Las Vegas that I go back to every single time I'm out there is Downtown. There's something about the old school charm and cheapness of the place that takes me back in time. New Vegas is just too high class for me.

Oh yeah, there's another reason why I love Downtown. The slots and the women are looser. And my favorite place to get both is at La Bayou, which is perhaps the smallest casino I've ever been to. But one of the benefits to playing here is that you get the personal attention of the drink girls, which allows you to get drunk real fast. Because that's exactly what I needed. Plus the machines paid out in actual nickels, which is a rarity in the digital age where monetary vouchers are the new norm. I also met my future wife Karma here, so this will always be a special place.

I love cheap. I do also enjoy the finer things in life but I'm not capable of paying for them, so I have learned to accept and love cheap. So nothing fuels my heart (and then stops my heart) like dollar hot dogs, which I got inside some random casino. Mmm...

We were downtown for several hours. By the end of the night we were playing table games and I once again played Mississippi Stud hoping to regain some of the luck I had the other night when I won like $200 or something. Anyone can fill in the blanks from here but allow me to - the luck ran dry and I ended up losing something like $175. By this point I was beyond exhausted and I had blisters on my feet so I just wanted to sit down. That and some kind of stupid man-pride made me sit at the table too long and lose money. After that we decided to head back to the Strip.