Vegas, Vegas, Vegas – It’s a silly place

There must be few places on earth as peculiar as Las Vegas. The first two things that catch my eye as I exit the plane and enter the terminal are row upon row of slot machines and a huge advertising board showing busty blonde with automatic rifle and bearing the legend, ‘shoot a real one’. I know this will be an alien land.
And so I launch into a week of fun filled frolics.
There was hot tubbing on Thursday, Gondola under artificial sky on Friday plus an excellent buffet dinner with Linda and Ron Bushyager. Saturday some rest and then party at Arnie and Joyce’s. Sunday Brunchcon – an all day celebration full of booze, chat, hot tubbing, a rocking string quartet and lots of fine folks.

Monday, Valley of Fire (where it rained – apparently that was all my fault. It doesn’t usually rain in the desert), Hoover Dam and then some fine Mexican food with Jacq Monahan and John Wesley Hardin. Tuesday Jacq and John took us to a dive bar that called itself the Happiest Place on Earth. We drank Bacon Martinis which were truly horrible so I washed it down with a proper gin martini. Then to a show where cats and dogs jumped through, over and around stuff.Then astoundingly scary roller coaster (if anyone tells you I screamed like a girl on there then don’t believe them – I’m far too butch for that kind of behaviour). Then to Arnie and Joyce for dinner.
Back at the hotel I played a poker machine and managed to magically transform 2 dollars into a 2 dollar credit note – I reckon that probably doesn’t make me a high roller.

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