A Hang Over experience

The first thing my mom told me about Vegas was about my dad. Supposedly yesterday my dad said he was not drunk, this was about 3 p.m. . They actually thought he was fine, no bloodshot eyes or no staggered walks, he was indeed fine! Until 4:30 p.m. a security fellow knocked at the room where my mom and dad stayed along with my aunt. They opened the door and was in for a surprise, my dad was was sitting on a wheelchair with throw up on his clothes and passed out. He asked if they knew him, my mom was in shock and didn't say anything. My aunt told the security that he was her brother, which was totally a lie, because my aunt was my mom's highschool friend. They had to get my dad off with the help of the security and my mom's other friend Mike. She told me that he was just dead passed out, she was checking if he was still alive by slapping him asking if he was okay.

At this time, everyone was laughing. My dad just winked and smiled at us like a boss. That's how you do Vegas.