Bad Fans, Time Travel, and Erotic Food

As y'all may know, we all got back from Vegas recently and I think it is high time we had ourselves a Vegas story.

After arriving and making my way to the hotel I went down to the sportsbook and proceded to place all of my Saturday bets. Then we went to the oyster bar in Harrah's. I only have one comment about the place, if you are going to serve grilled crab legs, don't serve them frozen. Friday was pretty uneventful, so onto Saturday.

Side bar on being a good fan - I'm a rowdy fan, my friends are rowdy fans, but even we know that you don't go up to a player's family and say "your son/brother/boyfriend sucks." Sad to say, but the Texas kicker's girlfriend was in the Zone and received this treatment from longhorn fans. Tisk, Tisk.

I'm not going to go into the football betting, but if you want to know how it went check my post below, lets just say there is nothing like external validation. After the zone we went to Binions where I proceded to play the dark side of the craps table. I ended up staying there too long, but it really wasn't my fault; I was drunk and the dealer was flirting. What was I suppost to do?

After Binions I know we made it to "the place that shall not be named," but that is about it. I'll let Jack fill you in on those details. I really don't know the exact process, but some how I time traveled because it went from 9 pm in the casino to 7 am in the room. Funny how that happens in Vegas.

My favorite part about Sunday had to be brunch at Commander's Palace in Alladin's. The food was good as always, but what transpired that morning was stuff of legend. Whiskey ordered the Shrimp and Grits. When he took his first bite he announced to the table, "I just came." While not normally shocking with us, I'm sure that the waiter pouring his water at the time was a little surprised, but did this stop our waiter? No, he continued onto K's water like nothing happened. Now y'all are thinking the waiter obviously didn't hear, but he did, I know he did, and he knows. Now what I'm wondering is if he didn't flinch because he is a master of his craft, or is the food that good that he expects that reaction, or is it that he used to be a porn star. Well which is it Mr. Porn Star waiter? Like we need to ask, this is Vegas, the food is so good he asked the rest of us why we didn't cum.