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Monday, 26 March 2012

Viva Las Vegas

If you are expecting a word for word account of my time spent in Vegas, then you are about to be bitterly disappointed. Why? Because quite frankly, the 48 hours that I spent in Vegas are all a bit of a blur for reasons that I do not need to emphasise. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas right? 

I will say this though. Prepare yourselves as what I am about to write, may come as a bit of a shock to some of you out there. As most of you are aware, I am a bit of a self proclaimed party girl who is certainly not opposed to the occasional alcoholic beverage.  So, you would think that logically speaking, I would be in my element in Vegas and all over that situation.

But I honestly have to say that out of all the places that I have been fortunate enough to visit in America, Vegas comes in at a distant last. I guess maybe I have grown up a bit and realised that I don't need to go to the party capital of the world to have a good time. Or maybe my lack of interest in gambling didn't help the situation. I don't really know but compared to New York, New Orleans and my favourite place- Washington D.C, Vegas really didn't stand a chance.

Now don't get me wrong. It wasn't as though I didn't enjoy Vegas. I mean I was in Vegas for goodness sakes and with two of my favourite people. So naturally we all dressed up, drank our socks off and headed out on the town. The first night we headed out we were approached by a man who put us on a list for the Bellagio enticing us with promises of free drinks all night, to which we gladly accepted. It was pretty spectacular. Apparently Justin Timberlake was there.

The second day we slept in after a groggy start and then hit the pavement to have a look around Vegas in the day time. We visited all the major casinos and I had a moment of panic when we actually got lost in Caesars. Yes it is that big and with the entire roof being painted like a fake sky, it became a scary and confusing place.

Spot the difference!

We did finally make it out and after a quick shop in H and M, we headed back to our hotel, Tropicana. We purchased some beer for the walk home and proceeded to join the millions of people drinking on the street- again just because we could and when in Vegas....

We got home and dressed up to the nines- ready to hit the town scene again. Nicole and Sarah had carefully selected a number of bars for us to attend that would ensure that we paid next to nothing to drink all night. Regardless to say, the night got pretty messy. We started at the Cat House and after that- well; I'm not too sure what happened after that. I have the odd flicker of a champagne here, a gin and tonic there, but no real solid memories to rely on. I do remember laughing a lot, dancing a lot and drinking err, a lot. A great night had by all!

We love Las Vegas!

The next morning was a sobering one. Nicole was leaving. Sad face. Nicole, if you are reading this, thank you for being you and making this trip to America what it was. As usual, your personality and utter madness was both entertaining and infectious to be around. I already miss you. You are a great friend and I look forward to seeing you soon- you choose where (cough London cough).


Sarah and I left Vegas around 2 pm after having quite possibly the worst airport experience of both of our lives. I am not going to go in to detail, all I am going to say is that don't ever fly with Spirit Airlines. You're a mug if you do. Flying low over Las Vegas, we said our goodbyes to the party desert and headed towards the city of angels, Los Angeles. It was to be our final stop in America.

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