Welcome to the money pit.

The first thing that hits is that New York To Vegas on a flight is a five and a half hour trip.  I could almost me back in London by then.  The flight was a lot of fun though.  It was a real mixture of people but I enjoyed mainly listening to the guys behind me who were drunk trying to chat up the non interested girl sitting between them whilst randomly shouting out ‘Yeah! Vegas!’. 

The guy next to me was irritating as he didn’t understand the meaning of personal space. His lanky arms were knocking me the whole time and I had to give him a look of ‘go to hell’ at which he apologised but continued all the same.  I stared out the window and as the landscape of the everlasting desert hit my eyes I thought this is one place where there really is nowhere for miles and if we crash landed we would be truly screwed.

When we landed a couple of people clapped.  Why on earth do people do that?  It was a terrible bumpy landing that felt it was like the pilot’s first time.  That or he had been on the Vegas juice himself.  The comedians behind me commented loudly at the two passengers clapping ‘ worst landing ever.’

So off the Wynn hotel to meet my parents who are bigger party goers than me.  Vegas was having a heat wave but who would have known that?  Everyone was in, playing the computer games that take your money; my-self included.  When I did win all of twenty bucks I felt terribly embarrassed as the noises of what is similar to a fire alarm went off.  I’m terribly English and people are looking.  Shush machine, shush.  The volume was down from then on.

Hey Everyone come play me lots of love Dolly.

Walking past the nightclubs I did want to point out to some of the young ladies who weren’t hookers that maybe that dress really didn’t fit them.  Go a size up – I wanted to say.  It will flatter you more.  Maybe actually four sizes up.  What could I say though ?  I spent most of my time eating in amazing restaurants and drinking for free at the machines.

I’ve been a few times to Vegas and so didn’t go to see the shows. I’d always recommend ‘O’ in the Bellagio as the best one.   I joined the masses throwing money away in the name of fun but I guess that’s what we used to do as kids on arcades just perhaps on a larger scale.