The most ridiculous place there is
12.04.2009 25 °C
After our 11pm flight we rocked in to Vegas at around 1am Saturday night... Probably the worst time to be trying to locate/get to check in to a hotel... Because Vegas was built in the desert with the express purpose of creating a place where guys could fly in, get hammered, indulge in all kinds of vice, and get home again asap, the airport was only a few k's from the strip... We hopped in a cab, wide eyed and unbelieving at the neon lights, homeless guys and hookers..We soon arrived at Excalibur (our hotel) - we chose this place because we were looking for the tackiest, stupidest, most unbelievable place we could. Excalibur is a huge pretend medieval castle, complete with busty wenches (waitresses), horse riding knights, turrets, a moat, and hideous carpet scheme. Excellent.
If Vegas is loose, then Vegas early on a sunday morning is about as loose as it gets... We walked through the doors to find hundreds of people in various states of inebriation, gambling and drinking their way into oblivion, all lit by kilometres of garish neon and set to a musical score consisting of constantly competing Pokie tunes. wow.
Somehow we found our room and locked the door, deciding to leave wait until tomorrow to join the masses and lose our money.
Sunday came and the vice didn't get any better.. the same people greeted us on our arrival to the Casino floor, some having not moved from the tables they were at the previous night. Disgusted but also intrigued, we immediately headed for the comparative solace of the gym, thinking that if we were going to drink and gamble ourselves stupid, we had better do some exercise first. (i know, ive changed - its sams fault - she is a fitness freak). Every km on the treadmill enhanced my thirst, and we soon found ourselves in the Bellagio, ordering spirits at midday and rady to get rid of some of our funds... Sam lost $40 in Blackjack in about 5 minutes, but my superior skills saw us still come out (slightly) up after the afternoons play.... And thats not even counting the fact that they served us about 30 free drinks while we were at it. We crawled from one ridiculous casino to another... Bellagio, Ceasars Palace, New York New York, Paris, Ballys, Palms... winding up at 2am with a bunch of Spanish guys, smoking cigars and paying too much for drinks... sweet. A great night and one to hazily remember in Vegas.
The next day saw us barely leave the room as our heads pounded from too much champagne... Standard procedure, and a much needed rest before it was time to head to the Big Apple.....