Las Vegas
Trip Start
Jan 16, 2008
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Trip End
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The first chapter of this, the second installment of bappy's blog is brought to you from the coach class of the Lake Shore Limited, currently hot-wheeling its way from New York City to Chicago. I am writing this with many of the sounds of NYC still ringing in my ears...the cacophony of horns from yellow taxi's, the radiator in our (very cramped) room which blasted out defiant displays of noise at disgustingly early hours of the morning and the despondant signs of a lil' miss Burns when she realised every single pair of Ugg boots in New York had sold out. But of all of the sounds we have been subjected to; the worst, most penetrating noise of them all is emanating, at this very moment, from the gentleman behind us. Since we left New York, he has been delivering a noise from his mouth that can only be described as 'Squelching'. The poor old guy has been chewing his face away for three hours now, sloppily smacking his lips together with unerring consistancy, stopping only to produce a loud sigh or moan. We have 16 more hours of this to contend with.
So, after that irrelevant, and i would imagine, rather disappointing introduction i am going to tell you about Vegas. Now, there isn't really alot i can tell you about 'Sin City' that you dont already know. It is soulless, dirty in places and is totally geared to pinching every last dime you own. The drinks are strong, and free, as long as you are gambling. The hotel rooms are cheap, as long as you are gambling and the shows are tacky, making you wish you hadnt bothered and had carried on gambling instead. So i did; me and Dad both did. Alot. And thanks to a couple of well placed big bets on black 17 (thanks mum), it didnt cost nearly as much as it might. My best memories of vegas proper, apart from the $1500 roulette win of course, was devouring the biggest steak i have seen in my life, witnessing a female MC urge all the 'ho's' in the place to get their vagina's on stage (which they did), and staying up on the last night with dad, drinking champagne, smoking cigars and generally talking bollocks.
The best bit of the 6 days in vegas was without a doubt, out trip to the Grand Canyon. Arriving on the canyon floor via helicopter, the five of us had a picnic before returning over the vast nevada desert.
Next; a scary flight to New York!!!
So, after that irrelevant, and i would imagine, rather disappointing introduction i am going to tell you about Vegas. Now, there isn't really alot i can tell you about 'Sin City' that you dont already know. It is soulless, dirty in places and is totally geared to pinching every last dime you own. The drinks are strong, and free, as long as you are gambling. The hotel rooms are cheap, as long as you are gambling and the shows are tacky, making you wish you hadnt bothered and had carried on gambling instead. So i did; me and Dad both did. Alot. And thanks to a couple of well placed big bets on black 17 (thanks mum), it didnt cost nearly as much as it might. My best memories of vegas proper, apart from the $1500 roulette win of course, was devouring the biggest steak i have seen in my life, witnessing a female MC urge all the 'ho's' in the place to get their vagina's on stage (which they did), and staying up on the last night with dad, drinking champagne, smoking cigars and generally talking bollocks.
The best bit of the 6 days in vegas was without a doubt, out trip to the Grand Canyon. Arriving on the canyon floor via helicopter, the five of us had a picnic before returning over the vast nevada desert.
Next; a scary flight to New York!!!

