Day 3

Amazingly, Paris offered the Jake, John and Gaynne experience.

The next day started at, well, 2am again.

Yes, we were thirsty.

Evil Prin and Evil Eric.

They joined us after they toured the Grand Canyon.

Just in time to buy some douchebag sunglasses.  Ooooh Yeah!

Little Boy Blue.  He need the money.  Boogaloogaloo!

Hal met up with us just in time to form a Bro-party.  I'm sure everyone we walked by thought we were all douchebags.  Success!

After a short nap, it was time for the Hofbrauhaus.

Eric got serenaded.

No Livestrong?

Staring at my sandals?

That's a paddlin.

Shots of Jaeger?

That's a paddlin.

Tower of POwer!

baby beer and man beer.

Brodawg!

It's Jesse's Birthday!

Old guy in the Affliction Shirt?

Brotato!

Cocaine is a hell off a drug.

Jesse was ashamed to be seen with a Mexican.

Yeah!

This was Jim right before he fell into the street.  Like flat on his back. 

This is Jim before his final departure.  He needed Kevin to help him stand.

A new HBH high was reached with 3 liters of beer.  Some even did a shot with that. 

Shortly thereafter, it was time for the Hard Rock, then back to the strip where some people went straight from ultra saucetown to the airport.

Very, very impressive.