World Series of Beer Pong 7

There's something about the Bellagio that keeps drawing me back to it every night and every time I'm out here. I'm guessing that's how they make all of their money. I bet they charge a fortune for their rooms. A normie like me could never afford to stay at a place this classy, and the only time I felt kind of accepted was on the first day out here when I walked out with $250. But tonight Sara, Hummel and I were just casual observers outside the joint.

After the Bellagio I did go to meet Uncle Gary and Kevin at Bally's and spent some more time there. After that we went back to the room to decompress. I had enough of Las Vegas, but it was pretty obvious that Las Vegas hadn't had enough of me. I would be back someday.

It's a long ride from Downtown back to the Strip. I think we took a cab because I don't remember waiting on the bus. And even though I was good and drunk I would have remembered that because the bus always takes over an hour and I always have to pee, making the bus ride unbearable. Kevin and Uncle Gary went back to Bally's but I wanted to see the Bellagio show one more time, so I went with Hummel.

But before I went to bed there was still some rum left to drink so I went to grab some ice. Thankfully my Ice Sense was tingling so I knew exactly where to find some. That's one of the benefits of being the Iceman. Or also one of the benefits of knowing hotel layouts.

I recorded a video during one of the fountain shows where I attempted to recall all of the events that happened today. Since I got pretty drunk the day was all a blur and I had a real hard time remembering just what the hell happened. You can see that video on the next page. By now it was close to midnight and the day was just about over. As you can tell I was partied out from the sickness and brutal abuse I put my body through in these last few days. After 4 days in Vegas I'm always ready to go back home, but this year more than others I was done with it.