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Back to the hotel after last night's entry to get washed and dressed. Nick gave Richard a ring and despite all the things we've seen and done, he spent well over half an hour telling him about the petrol price, how much fills up our car, how fast the lorries go …..
When he finally tired himself out with all the enthusiasm, he got off the phone to get ready. It's a major operation trying to convince him to put on clean clothes. He seems to think it's some sort of challenge to come away on holiday but take home as many items of clothing as you can, unworn. Once he had his glad rags on we went to Hogs and Heifers. It's a proper Harley Davison place full of skin heads with tattoos and leather waist coats. I wasn't entirely sure I liked it. The bar maids all wore bikini tops, denim shorts and cowboy boots so Nick was in his element. The one that seemed to be in charge flicked her long, auburn hair in Nicks face, smiled and cracked jokes and I knew at that point that I'd lost him. Sure enough, he was skint in no time. He bought a drink that was meant for me and she drank it and then she somehow managed to get a $6 tip! The next time he went to the bar they ended up doing shots together. No wonder it cost a fortune. She turned on the charm for all the blokes and they all fell for it. Men are so gullible! She was good at her job and worth her weight in gold to the company.
We met a lovely couple, who asked to share our table so we spent ages chatting to them. She was from West Virginia which made me want to burst into song haha! It got quite busy in there with a right old mixture of people and when the bar maids leapt on the bar to dance, Coyote Ugly stylie, the place erupted.
As is the norm when we go for a drink, we ended up staying much longer than we, or I, intended. Neither of us expected to enjoy it quite as much as we did. I did mange to drag Nick out though before he spent every penny we had on Ginge.
Our intentions were good but we only made it half way down Fremont street before we stopped for another drink. Beer for him and slush for me. Not bad considering I was steering well clear of them. Our ultimate destination was Hash House for dinner. It was already after 10 but we headed there anyway. Arrived 3 sheets to the wind, only to find the place closed! The website said it shut at 11 but it actuals shut at 10pm. So we'd dragged ourselves all the way there and we were out of luck. It seemed a bit pointless to go into another restaurant. It was getting late and Nick was p1ssed. We played it safe and paid a visit to Pizza Rocks. It's a little pizza shop on the corner that sells pizza by the slice. We took our cheesy slabs of goodness and sat outside. It was still boiling. We happily sat on our high stools, eating and minding our business when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was a massive cockroach!! I was convinced it came from the pizza place but like Nick pointed out, the whole of Vegas must be run alive with them. What with the climate and all the food waste. It was monstrous! Black and shiny with the neon Vegas lights reflecting on its back, scuttling about franticly searching for grub. Once I'd seen it I couldn't take my eyes off it. Wish I hadn't looked so hard. Had I not, I wouldn't have notice he wasn't alone! There were loads. An actual collection off Cockroaches. That was enough for me. I hopped down off my stool and did a runner.
Had a little night cap in Starbucks and sat outside watching the world go by, trying not to get shat on by the little sparrows that were nesting in ceiling.
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