World Series of Beer Pong - 1st Day in Mesquite

It was a welcome relief to find that the local liquor store was well stocked with all of my favorite Miller Products (including Milwaukee's Best.) I chose Miller Lite because it tastes great and has less filling, it's a good call, and because it's Miller time. I took my 12 pack home and was faced with my first problem - how do I keep my beer cold enough to drink?

 I laughed at the name of this slot machine because it reminded me of Miss Cleo from the infomercials and how she would always exclaim "Jamaican me crazy mon" when a caller doubted he psychic powers. Plus nothing says King of the Jungle like a smiling sunglass wearing Lion with dreadlocks.

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My Ice-sense was tingling so I knew I must be close to ice. I figured that if I filled my wastebasket with ice, my beer would always be cold enough to drink. The mind often works in mysterious ways, especially when a vital and essential need such as this has to be fulfilled. I gathered my ice and made my way back to the room to cool down my beer.

I then made my first stop of many to the local McDonalds, grabbing a few double cheeseburgers to munch on. I ate outside before meeting the rest of my group indoors for a little practice beer pong and some more gambling. They had set up a few of the official Bing Bong tables at the bar pub/grill to give everyone a feel for how they would affect our play. If you're not familiar with beer pong, then let me tell you that there is really no standard for table length and height. We play on tables measuring 4 feet wide by 8 feet long, and the surface stands 2 feet above the ground. Compare this to the Bing Bong tables which are 2 feet wide by 8 feet long, with a height of 29 inches. This is pretty close to our measurements, so we didn't need too much practice on these new tables. That's good, since I needed all the time that I was allotted to spend some money.

Chris works to set the alarm on the clock, it seems as though he's getting nervous about the big day. He fussed with it for some time until he told me he couldn't set it. I called him a moron until I too was unable to figure out the alarm clock. We set the timers on our phones, then hit the sack and dreamed of ping pong balls hitting beer cups.

This retrospective that I have written about the 1st Day in Mesquite is my observation of the events written 5 months later. If you want to know what I was thinking during that day, I encourage you to read my blog entry about the 1st Day in Mesquite.