Chris hit the nail on the head this episode: What happens in Vegas really will end up on national TV. Before this episode, I'd never been to a pool party in fact, somehow, I wasn't even conceptually familiar with the idea of a pool party until I arrived at the Cosmopolitan at the beginning of this season's shoot and found out that my room, beautiful and spacious as it was, directly overlooked the hotel's Boulevard Pool. As I was settling in on my very first day, one of these parties was just kicking off, and I was so anthropologically intrigued by this riotous daytime party that I shot video on my phone and sent it (along with some exclamation points) to my beloved bunch of Saveur editors back in New York. Little did I know that just a few weeks later I'd be attending a party at the very same place.
So I think my general lack of pool party experience serves as some excuse for behaving like a kid in a candy store a candy store that I hadn't even known existed before that week. With young men all over the place, some of them still wearing shirts that were an affront to their youthful, gym-toned abs, my actions made complete sense. A push-up contest with Cash and Amen seemed like the most natural idea in the world. I regret nothing.