So where were we. Saturday night and we’re back at the hotel and drinking. And from what you can already read into from Matt’s comment in SD Part 1, we ran into a little unexpected, unfriendly bastard, known as last call. Now some of you may be familiar with this “last call”, but after living in Vegas for 3 years, I have come to know last call as “whenever the hell I feel like going to bed”; not freaking 1:30AM and out the door by 2AM. I mean the party was just getting started and here they are ringing a damn bell and kicking us out because they want to go home. What a bunch of crap. It’s complete BS. And then people just accept it like it’s how it’s supposed to be. Well it’s wrong on so many levels. We were drinking at our Starhot rates, playing pool, hanging out and finally getting drunk. It’s really a sin. Communism isn’t even the word for it.

Something good did come from the night. ESPN was on every station in the bar and the ESPYs came on repeat and during the intro they showed Tony Romo in the greatest clip ever that never gets old and the 3 of us started cracking up and since the bar had a lot of Phillies fans in it, they looked up to see what was so funny and saw us laughing and then saw the TV and then they started cracking up. So there we all were laughing at Tony Romo’s bum ass fumble the hold in the playoffs because like I’ve already said, it never gets old.

So after they threw us out, we went back and crashed. I thought a little bit about how funny it’d be to walk up to a polar bear and give him a cup of ice. Man, it still cracks me up. Think about it. What on Earth does he need ice for? There in lies the humor of it all. Anyway, we got up the next morning and made a run for it. The worst part of the trip was now ahead of us… the long ride home. And it certainly didn’t get off to a great start. We drove like a million miles and couldn’t find one damn McDonalds for breakfast. California is the only place in the world with no McDonalds for like a 20 mile stretch. Or at least without signs. But hey, it could have been far worse. We were going north. Judging by the traffic on I-15S practically the entire 200 miles, they had the worst of it.

Just as we were getting home, we learned that Phils took the final game from the Padres 9-0. It was the most fitting end to a weekend I could imagine. We completely ruined Tony Gwynn weekend for all those Padres fans. Oh, and we can never forget Rob pulling doughnuts at that gas station just outside SD on Thursday night. All in all, it was one heck of a weekend. It certainly beats working for a living. Hey, and maybe after this weekend, if the Phils can win 2 for us, the panda’ll start making a comeback.

I’m currently watching: American Gladiators