The FOTP brain trust of Bunkie Perkins and Mike Medallion met up in Las Vegas this past weekend.  Tales of gambling windfalls, high class meals, suspect sun bathers, and some guy who clearly can’t take a punch follow below…

We are coming to you live and slightly inebriated from our balcony at the Hard Rock.  Vegas baby!

Be still our beating heart, an avalanche of progressives, futures, and prop bets smothered in the goodness of comfortable leather chairs and buxom waitresses bringing you drinks.  Bless you Caesar’s, bless you.

Brrrrrackjack!

What a $200 entree’ looks like

A Hard Rock Pool party…its kind of like Club MTV circa 1991, oh how we miss you Downtown Julie Brown

Right Said Fred have clearly fallen on hard times.  The most disturbing scene of the weekend.  Two dudes laying entirely too close to each other at the pool.  Looks like we have a Florida Gators fan on the left there…nice Crocs.

The second most disturbing thing we saw all weekend…in the atrium at the Bellagio.  Looks oddly similar to the previous photo.

This is exactly how any trip to Vegas should end.  Leaving for the airport you see a man laid out in the middle of the strip, bloody and beaten.  Javon Walker wishes we weren’t such a bunch of looky-loos.

Overall, a great time in Vegas.  the Hard Rock was great…we applaud any establishment that has go-go dancers on polls above you as you play blackjack.  The pool was spectacular, complete with swim-up gaimng tables and bikini clad dealers.  We were almost able to look past the douchebags dancing on the pool pedistals for the duration of the day.  Much more on this guy…

tomorrow.  Til then degenerate gamblers…