The Drunken Blog

Vegas day 3 started off with a bang. I had stumbled back to my place at around 5 AM and I passed out almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. The next two hours were the most glorious two hours of my life, because after those two hours, I was awakened. Not in the normal way one would expect to be awakened, though, no, in Vegas everything is done up, and having people wake you up is no exception.

Apparently my friends decided that it would be a lot of fun not to sleep at all that night, so they stayed out until about 7 and then came back to the room. My buddy Ahab was deliriously tired. He ran into the room yelling “wake up, bitches!” So, begrudgingly, I complied. You see, it was our plan to go to Rehab, which is a pool party at one of the Casinos. Not just any pool party, though, this is an exclusive pool party, so exclusive that it costs $40 to get in, and you have to wait 3 hours in line to get in. The pool opened at 11, so we wanted to get in line around 8AM to be among the first ones in.
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One interesting fact about Oh, Vegas, is that you’re always hungover. It’s not a great feeling, but it kind of goes with the territory. The key, then, is to overcome the hangover. There are numerous ways to do this; the most common is to continue drinking. On Saturday morning we did a combination move to get rid of our headaches. We went to the pool, drank some, and passed out.

Well, some of us passed out, and others didn’t drink, but collectively, we drank and passed out. It’s been my experience that the only sin in Sin City is to sleep at night. Sleeping during the day is fine, that’s the cheapest way to pass the time until you can go out the next night, but if you go to sleep before 5am your friends are going to laugh at you.
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Sin City, or as my good friends call it, “Oh, Vegas,” certainly is a sight to behold. Flying in on the plane at 2AM EST, the area around Vegas was completely dark. The city itself was lit, and surprisingly flat. I didn’t really realize how big Vegas was when I drove there several years ago, I had always been confined to the strip, which contains very tall and grandiose buildings. Flying into Vegas, though, you quickly realize that there are people that live in Vegas, and surprisingly they don’t live in high rises.

Vegas, by definition, is a debacle, but this particular trip would have an elevated debauchery level. We got a hotel room in Caesar’s Palace, in the new tower which has an exquisite view of the Bellagio fountains. The room we got was normally $500 a night, we got it for half that thanks to a friend I have living in Vegas. However, because we went through somewhat unconventional means to secure our reservations (two rooms for three nights for seven people), the group wasn’t sure if the trip would even pan out, or if my friend would fall through.
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