We conquered Vegas. The last night of the trip, people leaving a show called "Peep Show" were legitimately disgusted by us. We got kicked out of multiple clubs, spent close to $20,000 over the weekend, not including airfare and hotel rooms (including a couple thousand at the strip club and a couple thousand at the gun range, and the aforementioned $6000 at the pool at the Hard Rock). One marriage was destroyed(not one of the people in my group), along with a $400 dress shirt, a couch in the cabana we rented and a toilet in the hotel (I'm sure there's more but I don't remember it). For some reason, my leg is killing me, though I don't remember doing anything that would cause this pain. The bachelor thinks he may have broken his arm, and my cousin has a massive scrape on his back from somewhere. No other injuries(miraculously). Only one lost drivers license and one lost cell phone, too, so we lucked out there.
All of this in celebration of our friend's upcoming wedding. I'd say we did it right(though, I still feel bad about that girl's now ruined marriage, but there are circumstances that make me not mad at the guy that "f*ed her" marriage)