Here goes...
Sunday morning and finally after 2 days we have all had a goodish sleep. Sleep and Las Vegas just dont go together we are all seriously sleep deprived . Jet lag and culture shock have hit hard. In fact far harder than drink. What a weird place. I love it. It is the strangest place on the planet but my god it is totally mental and insanely interesting. Every resort seems to be enormous and we have walked absolutely miles and miles so we can see as much as possible. Luckily Lizzy was a great guide.
But just to walk down the Strip, (Las Vegas boulevard /the Strip is 4 miles.) that is without deviating into any of the resorts or shopping centres or stopping to watch water shows, volcanic eruptions, lovers on their gondolas, people walking around with massive alcoholic drinks, half naked police women, the unbelievable architectural copies, obese girls just in tutu skirts, the beggars on the bridges, and watching the weird show girls, both fat and thin, Jabba the hut, Elvis Presley,or the minions; takes hours.
Paris under a full moon. How romantic!
A fairy castle from under a highway bridge. How bizarre.
New York resort and Liz's roller coaster.
In Venice on the gondola....illicit lesbian love in Las Vegas
Outside flamingo's resort. Yes, flamingos everywhere and parrots.
We have walked our FEET off. Honestly we were not expecting to have to walk so far. Everything is just so vast. Well,every resort is like a little town with a betting den at the epicentre. To be honest after looking around, the Venetian betting den remained my favourite. It was less dingy and sordid looking and had cleaner air.Well kind of..in the USA you can legally smoke on the betting floor and to keep the non partakers happy they pump in loads of 'fresh' air and combine it with some kind of air freshener. Tina coined it best...'Air wick fag'and the smell lingers everywhere. They even say that psychologically the smell taps into the addicted gamblers DNA and keeps them betting even longer.
Betting has turned this place into something which is really rather indescribable. I really believe there is nowhere on earth like Vegas. Thank God, I hear you all cry! But to be honest it was an amazing experience..up there with India for the weirdness factor. (Actually no, I kind of take that back. But I wrote it, so in a way it's true.)
To travel with such lovely friends was amazing. Liz, Tina, Nicci were such a laugh and such great fun. now I have left and am in San Francisco it all seems like a mad dream!
Everything in Vegas is aimed at parting you from your money. Luckily I came away in pocket..by a 96 dollar or rather over 60 quid margin. Number 30 came up on the roulette wheel and I had 3 dollars on it.
If you are lucky enough to win tons of money in Vegas the city still wants you to spend your cash here. 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.' the shops are bloody amazing. High end and beautiful. Caesers Palace and the Venetian resorts are full of Italian swanky shops and the Paris is full of French coiture! They even have fake sky inside the resorts as you shop. The Paris sky was a fake night scene, Caesers palace had a beautiful Roman sunset scene. (Fake Rome was my favourite place) and the Venitian was full on bright day light. just like their betting den floor! Caeser would be so proud to have such a name sake palace here. honestly it's right up a Roman emperor's street. (Literally) Even the internal architecture was great...but hey, I'm not Roman. just such fun to see the Pantheaon again after just a few months away but no Mum, there was no hole at the top. Our gondola ride was such fun too. Magdalene our gondolier was actually a laugh and she sang us some party tunes as we artificially punted up the fake Venice back drop. As I have never been to Venice I have no idea if it was good but hey, we liked it!
Other things to note are hats of to Lizzy for doing the New York roller coaster on her own! YHard to admit but it was a shame that I couldn't hold a Glock in my hot hands. I was damned excited about shooting a gun in a range,which for obvious reasons frightened my friends and myself a lot! I didn't pursue the gun lust I found I had suddenly found! I think my nephew's over exuberance for guns has had a strange affect on me! Also this bizarre adult playground has made me excited about guns
I loved drinking two pints of gin out of a green glass whilst watching Wally in the variety show. Wally we all loved you! Lick, lick. My god that gin was strong, as strong as what my mum makes for me. But she doesn't give me two pints of the stuff! Ganga andpissed up people everywhere in Vegas. Walking on the streets, shopping and betting all intoxicated. Everything has been carefully planned to make you as likely as possible to spend your entire fortune here.
Oh Was great watching a super long train out of the hotel window. The sound was pure magic. Weird to think Nicci, Lizzy and Tina are high over the Atlantic Ocean now and I'm here all alone in North beach San Fran listening to the blues. No complaining though all is good! But it was also great to be on holiday with friends for a change.
Also I have bought tons of stuff in Vegas , never thought in a million years I would buy more than my mates but well, the truth is out, I have! But as Lizzy said it was all necessary stuff and thank you so much bicester girls for being my personal shoppers and being such fun.
Damn, my iPad has cut off the top and bottom of all my photos and the moon is missing.
The four of us in our resort on our first morning. Seems like a life time ago.
Paris resort with that tower.
Supping/necking a pint of strong gin in Planet Hollywood waiting for the variety show. It was great but cirque de Soleis ( spelling?) the next night was even better.
We are all so gorgeous. A drunk woman took this one of us. Really we should have only had a paid for photo in this greeen VIP area.
Some building in Venice. God knows what tower. one day when I visit Venice I will say...wow, that looks just like that tower in Las Vegas.
Our hotel from near to the volcano show. I love that I have caught half the massive macdonalds M and a limo.
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