World Series of Beer Pong

While walking through the streets of Vegas, we ran into a disco band that was wearing afros and playing some really funky music, white boy. I enjoyed it because I appreciate music from multiple decades, especially the ones that existed before I was alive. This band was good, especially because of their commitment to the genre, but we had pirate activities to engage in.

By complete randomness, we ran into our friends from the Boston who competed with us in the WSoBP. These guys totally jumped aboard the Milwaukee bandwagon and supported us the entire way through. Last night, over several drinks, they confessed heir love for me and even offered to take a bullet for me. It was hilarious, and I now know that people all over the country love the Iceman.

I did my best to snarl like a pirate and fit in with the other pirates in the show. The only problem with this was that they were actors and I was just some guy from Wisconsin who had intense pirate dreams. Nothing could stop me from fulfilling those dreams; people walked by jeering and pointing, mothers covered the children's eyes and hustled them away, and some teenagers laughed. I don't care what the people say, deep down inside me is my inner pirate trying to get out. I just need to get out of the way and allow it to happen...

WWaPD? (What Would a Pirate Do?) He'd stand proudly in front of his ship and smoke a victory cigar after pillaging and plundering a nearby armada of ships. I now live my life everyday thinking about WWaPD and so far it hasn't let me down.

I absolutely love being in Vegas, and even though I've seen almost everything in this city, the size and scope of everything still amazes me. I've been to Caesar's Palace on multiple occasions, and its sheer mass stuns me. How can there be so much stuff in one location?

We went to the Bellagio to see the fountain show because we wanted to end this trip just like Danny Ocean and his cohorts did in Ocean's 11. Unfortunately, Brodey's 10 had dwindled down to 5 and the fountain show was set to the music from the Pink Panther.

The lights in Vegas were aglow, and once again my camera had trouble capturing the lights and staying focused. You'd think that if you spent $400 American on a camera, it would be able to work under all possible situations where you would take photos.

The good and bad about Las Vegas is that it never changes. Sure, buildings are torn down and new ones are erected (heh heh) but the basic stucture of the city remains the same. Some things, like the Bellagio, are exactly the same as the last time that I saw it and now there's nothing brand new about it. It's a good things that I'm a big fan of things that are old, tired and true. I like the reliability that the Bellagio possess and the fact that it will still be there come January 2007 when I once again descend upon Nevada.