Vegas continued...

Saturday morning was spent laying by the T.I. Beach.








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Following the beach we headed inside and played some craps.

WORST. GAME. EVER.

Yes, I know you've seen people in movies and commercials and sometimes in person playing craps as a group and rolling the dice and cheering and winning and throwing their chips in the air all stupid-like...

Fun fun fun, right?

Well...what they don't show you is groups of friends losing several hundreds of dollars at the same time in a matter of minutes and the anger and the glaring and the semi-homicidal thoughts directed toward each awful dice-roller.

Also. Security cameras or not, nobody is dumbass enough to actually throw their chips in the air in a casino.

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Following craps, we made some stupidly impulsive blackjack gambles. I started with a $100 bet. Then AC and Imran followed, wagering over $250 each on a single hand.

Miraculously the dealer busted in all instances. AC even scored a blackjack.

You lose some. You win some.

Vegas is awesome.

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For dinner we hit Samba, a Brazilian churrascaria very similar to Fogo de Chão.

They served skull-sized Caipirinhas...




...and SO. MUCH. MEAT.




After that, we walked over to O'Shea's for Beirut/Beer Pong.



At O'Shea's there is a room full of Beirut tables. It's pretty crowded and if a team wants to play a game, they have to challenge the defending team and buy beer to fill that team's cups.

If you win, you await another challenger.

So...if your team keeps winning, you keep drinking...for FREE!

Pretty sweet.



AC and I kicked some major Beirut ass. I seriously had never ever played this well.





We won six games in a row.



Bachelor boy bought Jaeger shots.



The Jaeger and Beirut put many of us over the edge.




Some continued on their winning streaks.

Felix...disappeared.

But Eugene later found him hunched over a table in the food court in front of McDonald's with a 12-year-old-girl poking him, concerned, asking, "Mister...are you ok?"

By this time, AC and I had wandered over to blackjack.

Euge dragged a closed-eyed and swaying Felix over by the arm saying, "Guys. WATCH HIM."

Felix stood there, eyes closed, swaying, head leaned up against the wall.

AC and I, both down a couple hundred at the time, got distracted by our game.

Minutes later, Eugene came back over, flapping his arms frantically "Where's Felix??? Where's FELIX???" he asked excitedly...

We looked, and Felix was gone.

Nowhere to be found.

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The night progressed.

We went back to T.I. and I somehow managed to sit at a poker table, not vomit, and win a couple piles of money.

Eventually though, around 3am or so, I made it back to the 25th floor.

As I neared my room, I noticed a swaying shape at the distant other end of the hallway leaning against a wall, continually pushing itself off, and then falling back against it.

And who would you guess this magical mystery person was, wandering around nowhere near our room, closed-eyed and sans footwear?



FEEEEEELIX!!!!!



How someone so incredibly smart could be so incredibly stupid will, I think, forever be one of life's great mysteries.

But he is our Felix.

And he is our friend.