World Series of Beer Pong 7

I've seen the Bellagio Fountain Show too many times to count. But that doesn't stop me from watching it again. I'm just captivated by it and the ability to propel water that high into the air. I do have an issue with the soundtrack, but hey - you can't please everybody.

I was good and wasted when I arrived back at the Flamingo and for the first time in a few days I didn't feel like shit. Little did I know at the time that this was the best I would feel for the next month or so. Kevin was also sick, but his was more of the flu-like variety. He was all hopped up on meds but that didn't explain for his obnoxious behavior. Oh no. Cousin Kevin always acts this way. This was going to be one hell of a trip.

Since we were all still on Central time that made midnight more like 10pm, which made it perfectly reasonable to eat nachos, Subway and drink adult beverages. I don't know why I tried to rationalize our dining choices because what difference does it make what time it is or what zone we are in? Nachos, subs and booze are acceptable at any time. We were next door in the fabulous O'Shea's Casino which no longer exists due to expansion and modernization. Damn the corporate world. O'Shea's was one of my favorite places in all of Las Vegas and now they've taken that away from me. One of many reasons why I love and hate this town. But that's any argument for another day. Tomorrow we play beer pong.

I can understand why Barney is slumming it out here posing for pictures for a little pocket change, but Iron Man? Damn Tony Stark must have really fallen on some hard times. That guy is a billionaire. Can't Bruce Banner get him a laboratory job or something? Doesn't S.H.I.E.L.D. have some sort of benefits package for the Heroes that they employ to save the World? I'm contacting Nick Fury asap to ask him why Tony Stark has to panhandle. Then I'm contacting PBS and demanding they pay Barney the residual payments he deserves from his syndication deal.

The entire "family" was finally all together here in Las Vegas and now the nonsense could begin. Hummel and Sara are well aware of the shenanigans that I get into and how weird I can get when I'm drunk, but I guarantee you they've never met anyone like Kevin. We did a couple of shots as a little welcome to Las Vegas celebration and then decided to head out for a little late night fun. I already had quite a day and they had some catching up to do.

Time flies when you're drinking rum and before I realized it was after 11pm and time for me to meet the rest of the gang at the Flamingo. I had all of the hotel keys and I knew they were ready to relax after a very long day of traveling through multiple airports with layovers.

Every year I've been to the World Series of Beer Pong I have written a blog entry about each day and published it mere hours after it happened. This allowed me to share my immediate reactions with the people back home. This year I couldn't find free internet in the Flamingo and I was too sick to walk around and find one somewhere. So I didn't write an entry this first day. The one that I did write is a balls out representation of how that day went which I uploaded a few days later when I got home. Click the link to read it and get that perspective of my time out here.