Back from Vegas,Epic weekend and by far the best one I've ever had live. Bet just a handful of games, but bet them big. Thought I made a huge mistake when I got up a very sizable amount playing blackjack after the Badger game before I got blackout drunk. Woke up Sunday morning ### naked across the bed in the room I was sharing with my buddy. Awesome way to start a day. The second I realized where I was, the realization of the wad of cash I had the night before and the booze I was pouring down my throat hit me like a punch to the spine. So here I am, searching the hotel room frantically for my jeans trying not to imagine the worst case scenario, all while completely naked and cussing like a sailor. Find my jeans in the corner of the bathroom, somehow the shoes still in the leg holes. Sure enough, wallet completely empty, no credit, business cards, cash, id, nothing. Cell phone dead.Put boxers on, sit down on the bed with anxiety making me want to puke more than the hangover. Trying to recall what happened. Flashes at the roulette table, remember being out on the strip. Remembered buying a $600 round of shots for a bunch of people I would never recognize again. Buddy is starting to giggle asking if I had ever seen the Hangover. I'm trying to play it at least somewhat cool, not wanting to talk about amounts or details since none of the other 3 guys I was with were really the degenerate gambler type I am.I remember vaguely coming back to the room, pretty sure I was being escorted by hotel security. I had dumped my pockets in one of the room dresser drawers. Loose assortment of cash in there as well but I realize immediately that there is nowhere near what I had at one point, like a few scattered 10s and 20s.Then, when everything was looking it's worst...........JACKPOT. I find 8 separate sportsbook tickets from three different hotels. I am in complete shock when I realize that the dollar amounts they add up to was even larger then what I remember having at the blackjack table. Awesome. Sick to see how the night had progressed and I obviously had gotten braver by betting larger and larger amounts as we got close to the daylight hours. Last play was from around 6:15 at the luxor (where we were staying) on Boise St ML.So now I'm relieved that I hadn't blown every penny I had brought out there, and then I realize that all these tickets were on the games that were supposed to happen on Sunday and Monday. We were scheduled to fly out that Sunday afternoon.I talk one of my buddies into staying an extra day after I find out how much it will cost to change flights from Sunday to early this morning.Got home this morning, fiance says she is leaving me, takes the kid and goes. Just got into work, even though I'm sure I look haggard and and still trying to figure out how dramatically if at all my life has changed since leaving on Thursday. Story kind of sounded cooler in my head because its starting to sink in more while I type. I'm really hoping she thinks I just blew a ton of money and got carried away. She doesn't know I ended up coming home with virtually as much as she makes in a year. Really need sleep and to patch this up if I can, kind of had a feeling this was a long time coming when she started getting things off of her chest this morning.What a way to start the season. My stomach probably has an ulcer the size of a grapefruit. Don't drink beer on adderal or liquor on xanex, folks. Especially not in the same day. Buddy that ended up staying with me is trying to get us to book flights again on friday.Still haven't worked up the nerve to play at the poker tables, have a strange, unsubstantiated fear that someone will make me feel like a "newb".