Friday: Back to the pool at noon. We started drinking to get the shakes to stop. We stayed there until about 5 or 6. Back to the room to shower and get pretty, because this is my night with everyone. We met downstairs at the Garden bar and got a group shot of everyone who made it out to send me off. Around 8 we left for Margarittaville. It was an hour an a half wait for 15 of us, so we drank a lot! I was invited to partake in a few Jaeger-bombs which I *tried* to turn down. Here's the photo... We split into 2 groups and said we'd meet up later. We were supposed to go downtown, so 6 people left and said they'd meet us downthere...but on the way to the taxi stand over at IP, my group got hi-jacked and we ended up going into Dueling Pianos at Harrah's. I hate that bar! I don't know if I have a piano phobia or if it's because you can't move around easliy in there, but I always break out into a cold sweat and start shaking in there. Well, 12 people were on a mission, so I had to follow. When we went in I had the biggest shot of Jaeg that I could get to calm down...then went back outside to call my other 6 friends and ask them to come back and meet us there so we could all be together. They showed up about 20 minutes later. 3 of the girls I was told the girls that were playing that I was leaving on deployment, so they called me up and had me sit on the piano while they sang "Proud to be an American." The bar was standing up with their drinks in the air. It was really moving. My sister was crying...I probably would've teared up if I wasn't so pissed at my friends for pulling me into that bar. Then the girls told everyone that I was leaving and to buy me drink. NNOOOOO...! I think I had 3 shots of jaeg in 10 minutes. Then I met a guy at the bar whose wife's birthday was at midnight and he asked me to join them for a shot. Who am I to turn down a birthday drink? So more shots were had.... When the girls stopped playing and the guys took over, we decided to head back to the Flaming-O. Everyone I passed on the way out the door either gave me a hug or shook my hand and thanked me for serving. That was very COOL! I had to get out of there before I started crying....big wussy... Went back to home base and drank more. One of the Poker dealers was walking by when I was talking to one of the girls in my group and said, "What the hell, Larry? Are you going to come by and see me tonight or what?" I never did make it to the poker room that night. Saturday: 12 people flew home that morning...but not before 2 had to get rid of the Bad Batch,so I started getting the post Vegas blues while still there...But I knew I had the meet at the BC to look forward to. At 7:15 my buddy and I walked into the Barbary Coast and met Mikey and Jer, but they've already written about that. But I will say that Mikey and jer are very good at giving Craps Lessons for Drunken Dummies. Thanks guys! Todd and I left them to meet up with my other friends at O'Sheas and took them downtown for a ride on the Grain Train. While in line, Mikey, Jer, and Kellee showed up. Sweet! We went over to Binion's and got our collective arses kicked in record time. My friends were out of money and looking dejected so I called Mikey up and told him I had to take the kids back to home base and I'd see them again in 6 months. So we jumped in two cabs, went back, and drank at the garden Bar. I said goodnight at 2 since I wanted one decent night of sleep before driving back home through the desert. Sunday: I said my goodbyes to the people that were flying out that night and made my way home at noon. I know I left a lot out...but half the stories don't translate to the written word...but I do remember leaving Duealing Pianos and the 16 of us ran up and down the strip spanking each other as hard as we could. I think we scared the tourists. It was funny then.... At least I've got enough memories to keep me going through deployment now. That my story....thanks for reading.