Insert over-played Vegas cliche

I know I am a slacker, but noone reads, so it doesn't matter.

Last weekend I went to Vegas for one of my law school friend's bachelor party. After cancellations and whatnot, there ended up being 6 of us, with the other five all growing up together and being involved in real relationships. Despite that (and only really knowing 2 of them before), I never really felt like the odd shoe, so that was nice. We did the typical Vegas things: lost money, went to the pool, lost more money, drank the entire time, looked at females, and lost money. Despite the offers of the other guys to wing for me, I declined to try to get laid.

In fact, I almost went to efforts not to get laid. At one point, a lady (with amazing fake breasts) sat next to me to play some blackjack at the Belliagio. At some point, I cleverly deduced that she was from Montreal. It may have had something to do with her speaking French. At that point, I declared my hatred of all things Canadian. Despite numerous opportunities, I did not step down from this stance. The other two guys from my group at the table were dying with laughter at my expense.

However, to save some face, I did convince the cute girl seated next to me on the flight back from Vegas to give me her phone number. Not too bad for someone going on about 10 hours of sleep over the last 4 days, during which there was debatable personal hygiene done, and plenty of alcohol consumed. Sadly, she lives about 2 hours away from the city.