That Time in Vegas

Tacitus, do you remember that time in Vegas when we lost a ton of money. Yeah, that sucked. I would do it again in a heartbeat. Because it's been a while since there has been some activity on this blag, I will compose a photo-essay for y'alls enjoyment. However, before I do so, I suppose I should contribute some sort of political rant/opinion, since that seems like the thing to do these days.

Governor Mark Sanford of South Carolina: WHAT THE HELL?
A question to ponder: Does politics attract idiots, or does it create them? This, I believe is the classic "nature vs. nurture" argument. Surely not everyone who goes into politics is borderline retarded. However, it would seem, these days, that many, if not the majority, of politicians are borderline retarded. So, does politics take on more good people and turn them into morons? Or, does politics just attract those who are morons already? Mark Sanford has shot himself in the foot. I'm so embarrassed that I just became a South Carolina resident. Long live Tennessee.

Now, back to vegas:

Hey guys! I've got an idea! Let's go to Las Vegas for a frisbee tournament! YAAAYY!
We made it to our shabby yet mostly sweet hotel where there were tons of other chotchy, weirdo frisbee players. But, for the most part they were cool. This guy was kind of a douche, but he grew on us over the course of the weekend.
We went to some buffets and shit. There was a ton of food, and a ton of fat people. Imagine that. Here is a photo of one of the larger individuals we observed (the guy on the right).
We met this guy named Cliff Stuudwell (pronounced "stoodwell", who the hell nows how to make an umlat or whatever). He was a german professor or some shit. Anyway, he was baller.
We did some gambling, and Fitz started out HOTT. Fitz kept having these feelings, and he followed them. However, not long after we started, Fitz's feelings became sour, and we quickly went into the hole. Our sentiments toward vegas may be summed up in the following image, and in our newly addopted tagline for the trip, "Fuck Vegas."
Well, we played some frisbee, had a hey-ho good time, and returned home with much lighter wallets. It turns out, Vegas wasn't so bad. Sure, it took many of our moneys, but I would do it again.