World Series of Beer Pong

We had spent so much time at the casino drinking, gambling and playing beer pong that I failed to remember some of the things about Mesquite/Las Vegas that I had previously known. For instance, we were out in the desert. Secondly, there were mountains out here. Lastly. there were enough wealthy people around to fill a rather large swimming pool, but these casinos don't survive off of their dollars. They have tourists like me that leave their money at the door on the way out of town. Thankfully for them, I'll be right back out here next year with a brand new stash of dollars to hand to them in exchange for a few days worth of fun. I wouldn't have it any other way.

The town of Mesquite was really nothing more than a few casinos, gas stations and fast food restaurants. I know that it sounds like heaven to a select few, but to me it was nothing compared to Las Vegas.

It's a little difficult to see Las Vegas because it is located in a valley, and sometimes is covered in dust and or fog, but it's there. How do I know? Because I am a frequent visitor and it's always been there.

Coming into Vegas from Mesquite, you first pass through Downtown Las Vegas, which was where everything went down before the "strip" was built. We decided to go here first because everyone is so familiar with the glitzy strip from numerous TV shows and movies. You know from reading and viewing that we had already been in Las Vegas before the tournament started, and no one except me was anxious to return. But we still went to check it out just for old time's sake. We first went to the Main Street Casino mostly because it was also a brewery - after the past couple days we needed beer in our systems if we were to continue functioning. Beer was calling, and we were about to answer.

It's no secret that Brodey likes to go to bars, seeing as he spends all of his waking ours there. Before I make Brodey seem like an alcoholic (although he kind of is one, and he'd even admit it) he works as a bartender at Steny's on the Southside. Salmon makes his off season home in a little Eastside bar known as Champions, but both of them were strangers to this joint. We would just have to acquaint ourselves with the customs of the local bartenders, regulars and visiting tourists. Sitting at the bar would allow time for that to happen.

Although I know what kind of beers are my favorite (Miller High Life and Pabst Blue Ribbon) I'm not opposed to trying something new, especially if it is a local microbrew. I appreciate microbrews because they are made in small quantities and usually only available to the local area. Thankfully, they offer a 4 beer sampler for folks like me. One of the beers tasted like a juive box, so I asked the bartender if I could have a straw. He turned the other way while I did this, but I had no choice. They should have made the beer taste like beer.