The frequency of my Las Vegas trips has been increasing lately, which is not to say that I’m against that fact at all. Quite the contrary. I may have mentioned this in passing once or twice… but I f-ing love Las Vegas. This trip, though, was entirely special on its own. My little brother finally turned 21 and I had to take him to Las Vegas so that he could experience the city for the first time in the best ways possible. In addition, I decided to add a story from the weekend onto here that I originally said I would never tell anyone, but decided was way too funny to leave out.  Read 

Everyone who has had any kind of night that involves getting cut off from the bar, cutting yourself off, or taking a shot after one of the first two happened knows about the infamous morning after quote, “I will never drink alcohol again.” Almost from the first time anyone drinks, they have that moment where they wake up in the bowels of Hell, cursing the gods, and vowing to never again drink that awful liquid they call alcohol. For normal people, that happens once or twice when they first start drinking and they learn the lesson that hard drinking taught them. For me, it’s happened twice, and once was last weekend.  Read