Sorry for not updating the site for a few days, especially the Pictures. The Pictures are really big and finding a fast enough connection has been hard, but we are sitting in a coffee shop in San Diego that is doing the job.
Vegas was a blast. It was Ryan's birthday and he says it was one of his best. Him and I were sitting at a pai gao poker table that was a $10. Right after we got there, they switched it to a $100 table, but we were allowed to stay and play at $10. Another five minutes later, they upped it to $500 minimum. A real nice guy was sitting down playing $1000 chips for sometimes up to $10,000 a hand. Ryan wasn't getting good cards and told the dealer not to screw him over on his birthday. The third guy at the table said he didn't believe it was Ryan's birthday, so Ryan shows him his drivers license and the guy tosses him two $100 chips and says Happy Birthday. Pretty damn crazy to think a complete stranger gave Kunin $200. He lost like $35,000 at that table and he was just playing there until his own table opened up (I guess he's a regular).
We all drank quite a bit in Vegas. We were playing nickel slots and made friends with the waitress who would give us beer and shots for the next couple of hours. So, after already being pretty drunk, we stumble across some beer pong and played another two games there. Dominated our first one and lost the second. Needless to say, we were all pretty drunk at the end of the night. The other guys don't even remember how we got from one place to another, but only remember being there.
We left the following morning, got some lunch in the old downtown Vegas and headed toward San Diego. Took us about 5 hours to get here, but we got here in time to go to Dick's Last Resort. It's a cool restaurant that basically intentionally treats their customers like crap for entertainment. Waiters are screaming at their tables and throwing things at them -- it's pretty funny.
Since we had no place to stay last night, we crashed in the car. Duecker volunteered to sleep in the front seat and Ryan, Sean and I slept in the back. Needless to say, we had some good laughs about gay jokes. Duecker didn't sleep well at all in the front seat and said he was actually about to fall asleep until a fight broke out between a bunch of people next to our lot. They never actually fought, but one group of people was behind a fence and the other wasn't. It was distracting, but pretty funny. At one point, one of the drunk guys almost accidentally ran into my car. We were just trying to hide to stay out of their business.
We're still here trying to figure out what we'll do next. We know Los Angeles is next on the agenda, but don't know if we're gonna go there tonight or tomorrow.