You know you haven't truly lived until you've taken a cab from the airport and, while on route to the Bellagio, you ask the driver to stop somewhere so you can buy a 1.75 Liter of Stoli. So he stops at the Office Bar and, sure enough, you can score booze by the bottle and they even sell ice, diet sprite, and they'll throw in some plastic cups.
And you truly haven't lived if you experience all this because, as you were waiting patiently in seat 34-A for your flight to take you home to Oakland, you got kicked off the flight because some of your friends were too fucking drunk to fly!! Oh, and of course, it's these same friends that requested that we stop for the booze...
I swear somebody was channeling Hunter S. Thompson this weekend.