Much has been written about the great annual sbobet G-Vegas festival. Few people understand the madness. As a 5 year veteran, I have certain perspective to offer. In fact, I’ve planned every aspect of this INCREDIBLE EVENT down to the minute. For now, I’ll just brace you for Bradoween Eve…
It goes like this :
FRIDAY AUGUST 19TH
11 AM
Mr. & Mrs. Can’t Hang arrive at GSP International. At this point both visitors will make their way from the gate to baggage claim. They’ll be the first bloggers to discover the amazing ease of South Carolina travel.
Which carosel? That one!
Which?
Just eliminate all the empty space that does not contain a carosel, and that small area you find will have your bags front and center.
NOON
Otis, BadBlood, The Hangs, and I make our way to a favorite wing and beer joint. We used to frequent this place on “Working Women’s Wednesday”. Actually, I have no idea why that is. It’s at this point that Al will make another important SC discovery.
All liquor served in bars or restaurants here comes in a mini-bottle. It’s the stuff you find in hotel minibars or on the airplane service cart. Shots here are 1.75oz, which means those “double shots” of Southern Comfort will pack quite a punch.
2PM
Pauly and Derek join the party.
2:15PM
Pauly says to BadBlood, “My God, you’ve started already!”
BadBlood is forced to sit down to conteract the swirling floor.
Otis looks for a chair, and misses.
3:00PM
Eva Can’t Hang is relieved by the arrival of another female blogger…midget housewife “Iggy” and his great uncle “Daddy”. Iggy and Daddy are DRIVING to G-Vegas so you’d assume they’d be quite tired already. You’d be wrong. Both bloggers are SO excited to see the old blogger crew, they unveil the secret donkey they’ve smuggled in the trunk.
Daddy, as always, holds a clinic.
3:30PM
Over a string of Guiness/Car Bombs/Southern Comfort/Fruity Umbrella Crap(BadBlood) the group debates the value of a quick pre-tournament poker game. The discussion lasts over 3 hours.
4:00PM
Otis falls
7:00PM…