TJ + Megan's Wedding in Las Vegas

TJ, Aaron and Melissa stayed out until a little after 1am. This was pretty impressive I thought because back home it was after 3am. Even though I was also technically on Central time I wasn't ready to go to bed just yet. I was excited to get out here and was eager to make up for lost time after the flight delay. But mostly I was itching to gamble. I've got a pretty big gambling addiction so I couldn't wait to hit the slots and the tables. Plus Ellis Island is a microbrewery and I also couldn't wait to try their beers. After my friends left I had a pretty epic night. I can't possibly explain it all here, but I summed it up nicely on my blog with a podcast and my tweets from that night. I urge you to head over to Pookon's Ill Blog for the epic nonsense that was my first night in Las Vegas for TJ + Megan's wedding. You're welcome.

I did some laps in the cold pool to try and sober up because I had a long day ahead of me. It didn't work so I took a picture of myself (on the left) and posted it to Facebook with the caption, "Got into Las Vegas around 1030 last night. It's now 8am. Spent the whole night drinking and gambling. Broke even. Didn't sleep. Sobering up by swimming. It's good to be the Iceman. Living the dream. #victory". I got 48 likes. I then apologized for the partial nudity. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Before I decided to compose myself and recuperate from last night's shenanigans, I recorded a video where I drunkenly tried to recall my night. Check it out on the next page.

I remembered that this hotel had a pool and a hot tub, so I decided to put on my suit and enjoy the morning sun. Even though I hate taking off my shirt in public, I love to go swimming. It was a good thing no one was around to see me topless but honestly I couldn't care less at the time. Luckily no one else was crazy/drunk enough to go swimming at 8am on a Saturday in March. The weather was actually pretty nice but then again anything is nice compared to Wisconsin at this time of year. I was living the dream out here.

It was now 7am. I had tried all 5 of their beers and then some. If I could remember this night properly (I can't) I would tell you how many I had, but it was at least 10. I was soooo drunk. I was getting ready to leave and hung out with this old dude who was drinking coffee. This old guy ruled. He's my hero.

I had been awake for well over 24 hours at this point and I was drunk as shit. Everything was funny to me and I couldn't stop laughing at how ridiculous I was. I can't really explain it properly because you just had to be there. If you were you would have left instead of dealing with my drunk ass. I wouldn't have blamed you.