Kim and Clumsy Do Vegas

There have been a few times in my life when I throw caution, reason, and planning to the wind.  

Last weekend, was one of them. 

What starts as a let's get out of town for the weekend, turns into a "Let's wake up at 3am, leave at 4am, and get to Vegas in time to bet on the My Team vs. Your Team Game" weekend. 

So, after a Friday night happy hour at work and a cocktail at Kim's local Saloon (where the most hysterically geriatric and ridiculous band was playing techno Beatles), we decide on it.  We need an adventure.  A big one.  And it's starting in a few hours at 3am.

Brrrring. Brrrring. Hello?

Alarm goes off.

Clumsy somehow asks Kim if she's getting up for this road trip or what?  She does.

Next, thing you know, Kim and Clumsy rev the engine for a 4:14am road trip start.  

ipod:  Check

Clumsy's heinous taste in music:  Check.

Good conversation to block out the music:  Check (except when Kim starts singing, love ya darling)

Highlights:

Watching the sunrise over the mountains halfway through our trip.

A rain storm (it hasn't rained in soooooo long)

We arrive a touch before 8am and do a once over of the strip.  Where should we place our massive $10 bets?  Yes, you heard me.  We got up at 3am to place $10 bets against each other's teams.  

Kick-off is at 9:30am.  

And so is the start of 16 straight hours of drinking.

After quite the football game, my team loses, but I win the bet nonetheless.

We meet up with a friend after several (read 30+ each) ounces of beer.  He shows us around the town and we continue to gamble (cough, $10) and drink while seeing the sites.  Finally we clean up and head back out on the town.  Not an hour goes by where drinking does not ensue.

Out on the town we drink and dance.  Somehow we survive without so much as a scrape. 

We did manage to break Kim's work computer...yes we did.

Good times.

On Sunday, after our drive home, Kim tries to convince me to finish the weekend the same way it started, with a beverage at the local Saloon.  

"No, Kim, I can't.  SOOOOOOO tired."

"No, Kim, I can't do it."

"Nope, Kim."

"One beer.  I'll go for one beer."

And that my friends, is the beginning and the end.  One beer.