If you could close your eyes and imagine the happiest place on earth, it probably wouldn’t be the place I’m talking about.
Okay, well let’s try that again. If you could close your eyes and imagine a place where virtually anything goes, then that place would have to be Vegas.
And by anything that includes Leprechauns and Beer Pong.
Yes my friends there exists a magical world where Leprechauns and beer pong exist in the same building!
Vegas Baby Yeah!
Who doesn’t love Vegas?
Uptight, over inhibited, boring people that’s who.
As a purveyor of pong I would be remiss not to mention the center of the Beer Pong Universe.
What’s that? You didn’t know that Vegas was beer pong central? GASP!
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We’ll be building our own soon with lights and a river, and maybe a stripper pole in the middle, I dunno it will be cool but we want to see what you got so we know what we’re up against.
If you have no idea what it’s about, either my first sentence, or the title of the book should clue you in.
But let me hit you over the head, just in case you’re reading this while impossibly drunk, stupid, or both.
This guy named Tucker Max, has some personality quirks to put it mildly, and an ego larger than the fat chick he “never” hooked up with. He might have a bit of a drinking problem too.
Throughout the book, he destroys, debases, or deflowers woman like it’s his job. You follow along his journey through uncomfortably hilarious exploits that somehow morph into his fantastic thriving career.
There’s ups and downs, but as a whole, his life is the equivalent of hitting the zone.
If you always enjoy your drinks responsibly at a rate of no more than one per hour, let me fill you in. When you’re in the zone, the effect of one less drink would have been no different than consuming the first ten, however, one more and you start swaying, blackout, and remember nothing. But that middle zone…the sweet middle. if you actually catch that little leprechaun, you’re an unstoppable force of charm, and grace, plowing through the chumps, and picking up the women.
Oh to be Tucker Max: In short, he’s charmingly revolting as he stumbles over the lines of social norms, dangerously close to oncoming traffic.
I don’t have a lot of time today. I slept in, and I’m just now getting ready. It’s 11am Saturday morning – Gameday!
We’re leaving at 3pm to head up to Gainsville for the UF game. Our fun gator loving millioneighbor hooked us up with box seats. Hell yeah. But I’m terribly unprepared.
I need to get the beer situation sorted out promptly. For those that have not had the privilege of visiting the swamp, let me tell you something that will break your heart. It’s a dry stadium. No booze or beer! (edit: unless you’re a lucky bastard like me and get in the box.)
So here’s a little tip. If you go, plan ahead to go early for some tailgating action. Parkings a bitch, but once you get settled, the solo cups are abundant. Just don’t start walking around on the street with them. They’ll make you pour it out…booooo. (yet another reason I love Vegas – walk right out the casino beer in hand.)
As long as I’m somewhat conscious I’ll be twitpic ‘n all the action.
I have to warn you though. I did something weird to my leg from some hardcore studying and it feels like a knife is being jabbed into me repeatedly. I will be heavily medicated on beer so that I am not bitching about it the whole game and ruining the fun.
Yeah, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Will be on the lookout for some kick ass beer pong tables, although I’m going with an adult so…. the wildness might need to be a bit held back.
Keep an eye on the twitpic stream and tweets. They might start to get really funny. I may or may not have just taken some pain meds that do weird stuff when mixed with beer. (edit: see this post for explanation why, but I took a frickin valium, and copious amounts of beer…with ZERO effect. WTF.)
Keep Rockin,
The Viking
p.s.
Tried to get Steino out, but I think he’s hungover from the new World of Beer opening in St. Pete. He has yet to visit the swamp. His loss. Keep it real gang I’m out.
Edit:
I didn’t get too crazy, only two hot dogs, ribs, chicken, 6 nutty buddies, and more beers than I can count. Man it was like some kind of paradise up there. It really was like this magical hidden world. So nice. Funny part was, they have this thing called 4th quarter pass, where you can let a few of the poor people come up to your box in the 4th quarter. Here’s the catch, they yank all the food right before hand, hahaha. Terrible. Great time, will load some pictures soon in the members only section.
