VIVA, BLAST VEGAS
The next few days in Vegas consisted of late mornings and even later nights with some wins, losses and the token break even. The tackiness of the strip and the trashiness of it’s patrons, made way for some awesome times and zero concern of what we did or how we looked. The thing with Vegas is that you’re not only encouraged to leave your dignity at home, but expected to. We paid our respects to the classy likes of the Bellagio, Caesar’s Palace and The Mirage as well as the el cheapo haunts like the Flamingo, Harrah’s and Treasure Island. We fell in love with the ‘chocolate wheel’ where you basically put your money on whatever of the 5 different numbers the wheel might land on and hope for the best. Lots of fun which was probably fueled by the endless round of free drinks they bring you whilst punting to try and load you up for obvious reasons. Whilst we challenged the budget beyond it’s means, we still kept a light foot on the brakes with the prospect of a certain bucks/hens week being penciled in for Vegas in the next year or so. (Cal, hope you don’t mind but I’ve nominated Mel’s hens to be in Vegas as well, we’ll just make sure that we’re at a different resort to the boys!). The last day was my birthday, on which I was spoilt with a 4 hour day spa treatment which sounds a waste when we’re in the party hub of the world but it was 44degrees outside and I bloody love day spas regardless of where I am! That night we went to Stratosphere, a rotating restaurant that spins 800ft above the craziness of Las Vegas Blvd. The food was beyond incredible, apparently the best in Vegas for 5 years running and in the top 10 for the whole of the USA and we weren’t about to contest their claim. We put away a couple of wines and retired to our room for some Cadbury and Merlot (yep, Berbs, we finally caved!). One of my best birthdays to date. A slow motion check out followed by scoring another cool hire car at a basement price, saw us east bound with Memphis in our sights.
WIN:
Our amazing dinner at Stratosphere was truly mind combusting. We WILL be back.
FAIL:
Bellagio: Really? Can’t believe you don’t have a “PBR” (Pov Backpackers Rate). Think it’s time to think like businessmen.
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