What happens in Vegas... goes in the blog

We drove into Vegas the only way I know how, at night and ready to party. Luckily girls take forever getting ready to go out, and we didn't miss the party. We dropped our stuff in newly found friends room and headed out for the night. For those of you who don't know, our cousin Valerie is getting married in Vegas this weekend. We weren't planning on being her until Friday so we didn't have a room, but come on it's Vegas, there are plenty of floor space. The plan was to go out and come back once my other cousin had arrived an sleep on his floor. Well as many of you know, rarely to plans work in Vegas. The girls (Valerie's friends from Cali who we just met and were nice enough to let us put our things in their room, ditched me. I didn't take offense, as it was the Baccalaureate party, so I headed out with the grooms good friend Michael and went to meet up with the Bachelor party. We met them at Coyote Ugly. The groom Jon and his groomsmen had dressed up like the Beastie boys from the sabotage video. It was good to see them and hang out, although, being from England, it took an hour and few beers before I could understand a word they were saying. This is where the story of that night ends, in order to keep my G rating on this blog. Just some advice, don't order Martinis late at night.
The rest of the family arrived Friday and were happy to see us. Most of them had not seen me in almost a year. We hung out at the pool and tried to tire out my cousins, but they never stop. That night we went for the tables, get this... we all lost. Not too bad, we mostly broke even at the end of the night, and got some free beers out of the deal. The wedding the following day was amazing. The greens crew was rather impressed by the aeration done by all the high heel shoes. It was a beautiful service and I am so proud of my cousin and her new husband. But let's get real, we don't just do beautiful weddings. Just about when dinner was over is when my family starting making their mark. We took the time to invent a new drink, Shirley temple with vanilla vodka, we named it a Shirley Eye patch. The eye patch comes in from my grandma telling a story about when she thought a thong was an eye patch, then just about everyone jumped up from the table when she said that she was going to talk about sex. The fun continued to the dance floor, as once again we showed our grandma how to dust her shoulders off like Jay-Z. It got a little crazy when Nick told me to throw our 5 year old cousin Mossimo to him. All went well until he threw him back when I wasn't looking. I just saw him out of the corner of my eye and made a web gem of a play. We decided to keep Mossimo on the ground and gave him a little MJ Thriller lesson. He had some killer claws and the kid has a natural knee bounce. The party continued to a club in the MGM. The bouncer took some bartering, but I finally convinced him to let some 35 people in. As always in Vegas the party splits and goes different ways. I was trying to ditch Lucy, but she always found a way back to me. We ended up heading all the way down near the hotel and found a $3 craps table..... I lost again. Although, the lady roller might have to come with me on my next trip to Vegas. The night wound down as it always does, and you find yourself in some dinner wondering why you are eating steak and eggs at 5 in the morning.It was sad to see everyone leave, but we did get grandma to throw on the Sombra mask and throw a few punches before we said goodbye. Now for the fun part of Vegas, the 12 hours drive home trying to figure out what just happened. Just one more drive, and then we are home.......

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Didn't want to write another entry, and I figured everyone was on the edge of their seats wondering if we made it. So there you go, we made it. Over 20,000 miles of driving and all we have to show for it is this blog!