We get off the elevator on the 2nd floor and Micheal Jackson is standing there, glove and ping ping paddle, with his buddies who also were Micheal Jackson. With shit eating grins on our faces continued down the hall to the ballroom. We opened the door to peek in and no one was at the reception table, so the girl we were with goes, come on, just go act like you belong here. We all scoot in, into a room of 50 ping pong tables, teams dressed like tacos, hookers, roller derby, etc. We get about midway through the place, when all of a sudden I began going backwards. I though it was the girl pulling me back, and the realized it was one of the official ping ping police. Once I realized who it was I said loudly, STOP PULLING me! She looked at me and I think realized that was wrong. She asked us to leave and we turned around reluctantly and march ourselves out of this incredibly fun place. Noticing on the way out the ping pong tables were all official looking, each adorning a 3ft tall net and only one beer cup on the opposite side. Totally worth the 3 minutes of fun we had. At least it made us laugh.
Possibly more Vegas fun to be shared later.