Living in an apt. in Las Vegas with two twenty something dudes (both in the same frat at UNLV) is sometimes an adventure. The other night turned out to be one such night. One of my roommates (Uno) and I decided that we should probably do something for the birthday weekend of our other roommate DJ. Now DJ is just that a dj who books events and works at casinos and clubs all around Las Vegas so on this particular night he had a gig. Do you think that stopped us? No way. So me and Uno devise a plan to furiously clean and party proof our our two story apt. so when DJ gets back we can throw a raging party for him. Slowly people start to filter in and the night is beginning to pick up, starting with beer pong in the kitchen and people are starting to get antsy. Me and Uno, the great party hosts we are, quickly switch to the largest game of two team flip cup I have ever seen. There had to have been at least 10 people on both teams with spectators cheering us on. Now remember DJ still isn’t back yet. As people get progressively shit faced the man of the hour shows up, in total disbelief. Congrats are thrown around and he starts drinking with everyone and otherwise having a great time. Hukas are brought out and things are looking good when I start to question my two roommates and a few friends about the two hottest girls at the party, who seem to be friends. I am quickly informed by one such friend that they are in the dance program at UNLV and work as strippers. As you can imagine, I was quite intrigued. So after talking to them outside in our courtyard for a bit I decide to challenge them to a game of beer pong, talking more shit than I probably should have. They of course accept and forever this night will go down in the history books as the night I played three games of beer pong against legitimate strippers. DJ’s birthday was a success and you can only imagine the types of distractions ones team would get playing beer pong with gorgeous strippers. I can now die happy.