Two

New Year's eve, the Strip was increasing in number by the minute and by the time we reached the Wynn hotel it was practically shoulder to shoulder. Sadly, that walk seemed to be another pointless destination due to the fact that New Year's has specials and results in a huge jump in price to indulge in good quality food. As a back up, we walked back to the Mirage to feast on an international buffet by the name of Cravings, excellent and appropriate name I must add.

The day was fairly early but Vinh and Mike wanted to still do some catching up on sleep so they made their way back to the room for a one hour sleep that was interrupted by the rest of the group's noisy antics. While they were sleeping, King, Steve, Meat, Oli, Sufa, and myself walked around the Strip enjoying the scenery and made our way back to the room.

Because it was New Year's eve, we couldn't go out on the Strip being sober so we took a few shots. I returned to shots with a nice warm one of Jack Daniel's along with Michael while Sufa and Oli took multiple ones with the wide selection of Jose Cuervo, JD, Smirnoff, and Bacardi. Steve and Meat later joined when their excessive card games were mixed with shots as punishments. I returned to my beer and it seemed that everybody was fairly buzzed except King and Vinh. This is when chaos ensued and the room was thrashed beyond belief. Pretzels managed to litter the floors in companionship with the Porn advertisements while we were all dog piled one after another, slammed into the bed, banged against walls, and various other forms of cruel and unusual punishment. Steve, of course, suffered the most pain. When Oliver or Meat jumps on top of you, you are bound to bruise a rib or two, or worse.

The time was 9:45 and we decided to join the other people on the strip for some drunken madness. That didn't last long when we knew that we did not take the necessary amount of alcohol to enjoy the night so we made a quick return to our room, took a fair amount of shots, and went back into the drunken chaos. Vinh and King took one shot and it seems that new statistics were in, Vinh gets drunk off of a shot of Malibu. Anyways, We barely made it for the countdown and when those 10 seconds counted down the energy rose to a divine level. Never have I seen such excitement and companionship, you don't know anybody yet you act as if they are your best friends. Meat was blurting out Mgms, a word that we have coined on this adventure, and other various statements. We were confronted with energy as we walked all over the place and it was absolutely amazing. Our hands clashed with those of others, our screams were replied with those of equal or greater strength, our bodies were in a state of euphoria. We didn't give a fuck who we talked to, we were doing this out of pure fun and with alcohol running through our veins and the natural high and feedback, we could careless what race they were, who they were, we congregated with everyone, all personal differences were thrown out. Interestingly, Lisa "Robocop" was there as well. And of course, when you mix alcohol, me, and fanatics you get me blurting out, "Hail Satan/Lucifer!", interesting enough, I was greeted with equal responses and supporters. Sadly, this excitement ended and we made our way back to our room to conclude another night being in a dormant state but before that can be done, we needed snacks. So Sufa and Thomas went on a snack run and brought back the food and a story which could have resulted in sex for Sufa.