Don't Drink and Fly
I had a wedding to go to this weekend in DC. So I had to fly out in the morning early on friday to get there as the time zones really F you when you fly across the country. So what do we do thursday? Get shitripping drunk of course.
We started by going out go-carting at pole position. This isn’t that go-carting you are use to. These were the real thing. They went 45 mph and the course was an awesome twisty turny track. So of course we put down $50/race prop bets. I managed to finish last and 3rd (by 0.01 second)… so i was the go-cart fish. After that, we ended up going to the palazzo to watch the cavs games in the what use to be the 40/40 club. Honestly, that is the best sportsbook i’ve been to in vegas. It was like a lounge of just pure awesomeness. We managed to play some tables games first before we went though just so “we could get some beers”. That has to be the worst excuse for degening it up i’ve ever heard however. As you have to bet at least $50/drink even at a $5 minimum table. So, For the record, i think you are always better off not using that logic and just paying the $8 for a beer. Either way, we managed to play casino war… which might be the worst game in the casino. It requires no thought and goes ridiculously quick. No fun at all so we promptly got up from it. We soon moved to a $10/min roulette table. Muk managed to light the table up taking down about $1200 in a matter of 30 minutes. I basically broke even on gambling for the night. We got drunk and walked over to the sports book.
The game was good, and vizer was so I thought the drunkest member of our party. He challenged me to pool, which i was more than happy to oblige. We played $10/ball at first, and it was me and Muk vs. him and tiltbad. Me and muk absolutely ran the first game. They had 6 balls on the table, and so vizer yelled about how he was such a sicko at pool and for us to rack them up again. This time we break and tiltbad knocks in the 8ball on his second shot leaving 5 balls on the table. At this point, they are pissed and want to do double or nothing. So we agree to play for $20/ball. As fate would have it, Me and Muk managed to whip them again by 4 balls. It was a shellacking the kind of which no good pool player could take. That said, Vizer is a billiards fish.
The night ended up winding down with a beer pong tournament at the miracle mile. I managed to win my first match pretty handily but the alcohol was beginning to get the best of me. It was 1v1 10 cup beer pong so after you slay 2 beers in 10 minutes, ever match it hits you. I got my second pairing and saw it was a girls name. I was pretty excited and thought “i will crush this broad”. She walked up and was roughly the size of a refridgrator. She then proceeded to crush me and all the other guys laughed but they had busted out of the tournament in the first round (well except tiltbad, who beat up some dude who was dressed like he loved guys).
I then come to to the beeping of my alarm clock at 7am because I have a flight in 2 hours. I stumble out of bed go slap vizer around for him to take me. I manage to make my flight and be hungover as hell. The rest of the weekend, I was in DC for a friends wedding and it was pretty awesome. The highlights were a reception at ballin’ congressional country club and an appearance by the real hokie bird. Sick wedding life!
Anyways, back in vegas now, and looking to win mad loot. Peace ya’ll.
This is pretty much the best thing I’ve ever read.
I found it the fact that you wrote a fairly long post about an epic night out and then just a sentence about the friend’s wedding pretty damn hilarious, haha. That’s probably just me, though.
Awesome TR