Viva Las Vegas (Day 2)

After a few hours of sleep, a group of us rolled down to the lazy river at the MGM pool. It's amazing how a cold beer can taste good, even after surviving a Vegas night, when you're riding on a tube down the lazy river.

Mid-afternoon, everyone jumped on various chartered buses on the strip and headed out to the UNLV stadium which is literally in the middle of nowhere in the desert.

Joe always has the hook-ups; as he did with the game.


Sam and Paula ditched the Phi Delt bus b/c there was supposedly a stripper pole on the Phi Delt bus (for a bachelor party). Well unfortunately we learned there was no stripper pole (only b/c it would have made good pictures, of course).


The KD girls with Cy. It's too bad Cy's shadow from his neck overtook my entire face.

Clint Taylor and me enjoying some warm beer in the middle of the windy desert. Everyone had 12-packs of beer but nobody had any ice. Yet we all kept drinking. We were in Vegas at a tailgate afterall.

Eric Land and me (with his Dad and Tad joining in). We met originally nine-years ago in Vegas. He's the nicest guy and his aunt was my second grade teacher!

Tad and me inside the luggage compartment of the charter bus after the game. That's what warm beer does to you...