We aint sick. We ill.

This trip made no cents.
Gamblor the God of Gambling was not with us this time.
Recap.

However, ducks fly together: fun was still had.

• Push up drinking game - invented.
• Spontaneously waking up, at who knows when, and dancing around sleeping roommate then going back to bed - doo-wopped.
• Goose. Breakfast of champions.
• When life gives you a bottle of Crown and cold Coke bottles, what do you do? You make a bootleg funnel out of magazine subscription cards.
• Apparently male strippers eat at Chipotle.
• The foundation could not contain the awesomeness within. Many a roofs were raised.
• Naked ladies, young and old, with a side of beers [beerses?] for lunch. Yep.
• Pretty girls - met.
• Pretty girl with a boyfriend - met - but not it!
• Did I mention ducks fly together?
• French people sleep early, and call security. Fair warning.
• Cup cake eating contest. Lost.
• Make yourself useful. No!
• Bust! Bust! Bust! Bust! Bust! Um, what's that equal? Bust? YEAH!

Ah Vegas...

When I left you at the gate I didn't know what to say.
Confused.
In my absence perhaps we'll grow fonder of one another.
Perhaps we grow apart.
Next time you see me, tragedy will have befallen me.
I will be different.
I will need saving.
and deep down... I secretly hope you can.

Vegas.