Hows my little Sinner?

Everything they say about Las Vegas is true. Its called sin city for a reason, a damn good one. The city that never sleeps, also justified. I'm going to get it out right now. The hangover, and all of the ridiculous things in it are entirely plausible. That said, I'm done comparing Las Vegas with that movie. Also since I was here for Justin's bachelor party, I'm leaving out some other interesting details that shall remain in the desert.

Three days in Las Vegas is plenty, I would even go on record and say that two and a half is perfect. But don't get me wrong I had a great time!

The weekend started with "free" drinks at the bar while slowly gambling 19 quarters away. After staying up late and a decent steak and eggs breakfast we laid by the pool where after buying some beer I lost my ID. Panic ensued for multiple reasons such as, what can you do in Vegas without an ID, or How do I get home, or How do I get another room key?? Luckily a Lifeguard found it for me and I was saved. After some Sin City Brewery Brews we headed to the Stratosphere for some action on the rides.



I decided to jump off the top of it because its not often you get to fall 855 feet only to be saved at the very last second. I calculated it cost about $8 per second. I screamed for all 12ish of those seconds. But it was a wild good time, I'd never done anything like that before, including bungee jumping so for a guy like me it was a blast. Now that I've don it you may not call me a Chicken, Scaredy Cat, Wimp, or any other monikers that might imply less than crazy brave, I have a certificate that says so. At one point on top I caught myself thinking, oh wait, I need to get strapped in before I go out there and jump...

Afterward part of the crew headed to Fremont street for some extra good times. Fremont street is the shit, and I recommend it. There are lots of different casinos(duh), live music, a very cool LED roof over the street which most people openly drank on, and lots of street performers. I gambled just enough money to afford the zip-line over the crowd and under the lights. I was very excited about adding some extra thrill and since it was closing time I asked for a "end of the night pissed off and everyone and I'm ready to get the fuck out of here shove" which was ended up being great, I went super fast and loved every second of it. Afterward Brian bought me a generous gift of my first ever lap dance, after-all we were excited about celebrating our "22nd birthday" with a "groom to be".





I would recommend a cabana at Bare, especially if you're feeling wealthy.

That evening we hiked to the Welcome to Las Vegas sign, it really is a welcome sign, take a cab, spend 5 minutes to grab your picture and head back into town. After that we headed back to Fremont Street for some more gambling and lights. Justin dared me to bet $100 on black. I did and dear lord I almost threw up because I was so nervous watching the ball bounce around.

After heading to bed early Matt and I headed out around town for a tour, we almost won $1,000,000 but didn't. We walked through Cesar's, The Venetian (which was gorgeous), past Paris, and watched the Bellagio water fountains. The fountains are everything I was hoping they would be and surprisingly a little more so. I'll never hear "All that Jazz" the same way again.

Things of note for future travelers:
Las Vegas International is an amazingly simple and easy to navigate airport. Taking cabs all over adds up. Don't buy a drink from a casino unless they are advertising that it is special. Strippers are crafty. Don't leave anyone behind. Travel by limo for evening activities. Sleeping during daylight is probably better. Talk to strangers. Find a hotel that has a good pool. Get a gigantic drink in a fun shaped glass. Collect 100 hooker cards. Stay up all night. Feel utterly miserable briefly.



See you again Vegas, but dear lord, not anytime soon.

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