Then the surprise of all surprises.

A celebrity so large that he shudders at the sight of Carrott Top. A guy with less staying power than Pauly Shore and Danny Bonaduce combined. This guy is so insignificant that the geniuses at Fox would never, and I mean NEVER ask him to do celebrity boxing. The sultan of sledgehammer. The witch-doctor of watermelon. The curly-haired weirdo. None other than the incomparable, and incredible Gallagher. That's right folks, Gallagher (or at least one of them) came waltzing into the lounge with a bag at his side to join the oddly matched table of weird men and porn stars. He was looking slightly disheveled and overweight.

I don't know if anyone is going to believe what I am going to say next, but I swear even in my alcohol-fueled daze that it happened and is 100% true. Gallagher, who was with the strange brew of people at the other table, started rummaging through the contents of the bag he walked in with. He pulled out a rubber object and looked like he was ready to do something for the porn stars. He slowly stood up into the center of the group, faced the porn stars with the rubber device in hand and proceeded to... he proceeded to... he blew up the balloon and started making balloon animals.

What did you think I was going to say? Seriously though, he made a little bunny rabbit and then a poodle with the balloons which must have looked quite familiar to the porn stars in their inflated state. I couldn't make this up if I wanted to. It was like my own personal Behind the Music or E! True Hollywood Story, minus the famous guy.

And that was my weekend in Vegas. The first trip I have ever taken to Vegas and certainly not the last. Who knows? Maybe next time I can meet Jared from Subway or TV's Peter Brady. Or, hell maybe even that guy Mr. Belding or Screech from Saved by the Bell. I figure they are so barely famous that they would do party tricks in a hotel lounge. Although I kind of doubt the porn stars would want to hang out with them.