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Steve, Shyam, Michelle and I drove
out to Vegas for the Vegas Bowl of Cal v. BYU. We watched 40 Year Old Virgin
on the way there and ended up quoting the movie during our entire stay. We
stayed in the Imperial
Palace, which turned into
Harrah's on our last day. The hotel was not good--Shyam
and I had to repair our toilet ourselves, the halls smelled like baby wipes,
a lamp in Steve's room was broken, and Hayley/Ryan's
TV was broken. Still, I paid $13 per night for a centrally located hotel on
the strip, so I can't complain. We went to check out the Bellagio buffet,
which was $30 and had a huge line outside. Then, we went to the Paris buffet, which was
$25 and not too bad. They had good roast beef, kebabs, fondue, pasta, crab
legs, smoke salmon, crepes, and flan; no veggies though.
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After stuffing ourselves silly, we mustered up the energy to pry ourselves
from our chairs and head back to our rooms, where we napped and watched Sportscenter until 12:30am when we decided to go
clubbing. We poked around a few casinos a bit before finally ending up at
Club Lure at the Wynn
Hotel, which was
decent. We wasted a bunch of money on drinks, which we never felt as our stomach's were so full of buffet that the alcohol simply
marinated the meat and never made it into our bloodstreams until slowly much
later when we digested. There were lots of fake boobs, a crappy DJ off a
laptop, and Shyam and I got some girls from Toronto to dance with
Steve. We left at 3am and got to bed by 4:30am.
     
The next morning we met up with Ryan & Hayley
for breakfast at a deli where we pondered over lewd brain teasers,
unsuccessfully tried to understand the rules of craps, and ate pickles. We
walked around a bit, stopping to check out a sleepy white tiger on the way
back to our hotel. We geared up for the game, met up with some more people
and drove to the stadium. The stadium was surprisingly far from the strip,
surprisingly small, and had surprisingly good prices for food. BYU had bought
30,000 of the 40,000 tickets, so they outnumbered Cal fans, but were polite and tame. The
best insults we could come up with were B-Y-WHO? and
Bringum Young...Bringum
Real Young.
The game was high scoring, close and full of fantastic plays. Lynch scored 3 TD's, which was perfect for our sign that read,
"Every School's Prime Nightmare --> Marshawn
Lynch." We also had a sign that read, "Sportscenter
is Next," which slightly paid tribute to the Leinart
fiasco. Another great sign we had, which we held up at the end was, "Dad
Send $...I Bet on BYU," which was appropriate for the Vegas Bowl. We sat
in front of the Levy family, which was a big bunch of raucous New Jersey drunks.
They were good in that they were loud and crazy, but bad in that they were
stupid (one guy tried to pee into a bottle).
  
After the game we busted out the megaphone from the car in the traffic
exiting the stadium. We yelled, "Go Bears!" to the Cal fans,
"Nice effort," to the BYU fans, then we started joking around with
fast food orders, directing traffic, selling shirts/hats for the vendors
(though we told them to sell the Cal gear for more, and give the BYU gear
away for free), and joking that we needed a ticket (a guy gave me his ticket
stub, and I asked how much, he told me $10, and I told him I'd give him $5
and that he was a sucker). One BYU guy yelled out from his car that Cal sucks, which got the obvious subsequent retaliation
from Cal
fans, though this did little faze him. I yelled out, "Key his car!"
and he got scared and drove away quickly.
We got back to the hotel, drank some booze while watching Sportscenter
highlights and the re-run of the game, then headed out to the Cal young alumni after
party. I was still dressed in full-on Cal
fan gear, though everyone else dressed nicely for the club. When we got to
the club, the bouncer looked at my hat/clothes and told me that I couldn't
come in with my shoes. Clearly, it wasn't the shoes because they were really
nice Kenneth Cole black stylish shoes. The bouncer was turning away people
left and right too. So, I went to the bathroom, put on my Banana Republic
sweater, hitched up my Diesel jeans so they weren't baggy, tucked my hat in
my Saks 5th Ave
leather jacket, and styled up my hair with some water. The guy didn't even
notice I was the same person and let me in for free. It was like I turned
into Superman in the phone booth or something. Carmel says I clean up nicely, but that was
ridiculous. I still had on all the same things, they were just arranged
differently. Steve and Shyam, who were dressed
perfectly nicely, got the hateration from the
bouncer, however. Perhaps due to the fact that they weren't with girls, or
just plain old racism, the bouncer charged them $30 each to get in. After
that whole ordeal, we all did a few shots of Gray Goose and Patron, then danced the night away. Actually, the girls
that we got to dance with Steve showed up late in the evening and we danced
with them some more. They were pretty gross though because they smoked
incessantly. They were more interested in dancing with Michelle after a
while, so we labeled them the Smoking Lesbians, which sounds a lot better
than they actually were. We left the club at 4am, and got to sleep by 5:30am.
We woke up at 10:30am, checked out, then hit the
Hard Rock Casino up for brunch.
        
On the way out of Vegas, we stopped at a random rest stop on the side of the
road in the middle of the desert with some bathrooms. While Ryan and Hayley went to the bathroom, Shyam
and I sat in the car and watched a very surreal event take place, which we
weren't fully sure was real considering we were hungover
and tired from our non-sleep the last 2 days. There was a crew of 4 men
sweeping the walkway around the bathroom. But, after a while, we noticed that
they weren't actually moving, but simply sweeping the same areas in front of
them over and over. Then, the supervisor comes out and phones his supervisor
to complain that the previous crew had been slacking off and that his crew
was finding stuff that was missed. Shyam and I were
just stunned at this bizarre situation of 4 men sweeping this small path in
the same spots over and over in the middle of the desert and that a
supervisor was complaining about missed work (missed pebbles?). Ryan and Hayley returned, and we sped off to California.
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