After Kung Fu Panda let out, I had about an hour to kill before the final screening of the day/night; a special midnight screening of the Cameron Diaz/Ashton Kutcher vehicle What Happens in Vegas. I decide that, dammit, I'm in Vegas. I'm going to have me some fun. So I go to the Bally's Paris bar and order myself a strawberry margarita in the collectible souvenir mug that looks like a hot air balloon, because I'm crazy like that. My first sip informs me that the bartender clearly poured the tequila into the mug and then the "strawberry margarita" part after, because I'm sucking down pure tequila. The experience is akin to chasing tequila shots with a strawberry/triple sec squishee.

Because I'm a lightweight, by the time I reach the screening, I'm worried about my sobriety levels. I don't want to start snoring in the middle of this thing. The crowd prevents easy access to the free Pepsi table, but I do find myself right by the Red Bull table, so I grab some. Thus I come to learn what any college age kid in this country could have explained to me, which is the fascinating effects of Red Bull when combined with liquor. The film, What Happens in Vegas, is a lightweight comedy about a couple who meets and marries in Vegas in haste, and then repents at leisure upon returning to New York. I'll be honest, I probably wouldn't have found my way to it if I hadn't been given a free pass, and if I hadn't been drinking tequila squishees beforehand. But, I actually really enjoyed it. However, it's entirely possible that my admiration for the film was in some way influenced by the Red Bull/tequila squishee.

Tune in tomorrow(ish) for days three and four, when time all starts to run together in a crazy Vegas haze.