My Barely Slept-In Accommodations.

On my flight to Vegas, a guy in front of me had a bouquet made up of dollar bills. Pro tip: that stripper will never marry you, bro.

It’s been so great here already. My frat brothers are all just really good guys, so I’m having a phenomenal time. I dropped my bags in my room and didn’t come back until an obscenely late hour. Don’t drink and blog.