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Well a full day in the car and 2 days of feeling ill and the journal is falling about. Got some serious catching up to do.
Back to Thursday, and the brekko buffet. We dragged ourselves out of bed and headed over the road to the buffet like a jungle. We ended up with the same table that we'd had for dinner. What are the chances of that? We had the normal bacon, egg, corned beef hash and breakfast potatoes and I had French toast and Nick had pancakes too. It wasn't bad but it was nothing to write home about.
Our plan had been to go to the Boneyard Museum after breakfast. The fact that we were full up, knackered and the museum had a list of rules and regulations as long as your arm, we decided not to bother. We blew it out and went back to bed haha. We couldn't even be bothered to go to the pool. Nick went straight off to seep and I did some writing. It was so nice. The bed was comfy. Big and wide with loads of pillows that just swallowed us up. We stayed there hibernating until gone 4. We dragged our sorry arses downstairs to have a dawdle round the shops. We snatched up a few souvenirs and went in the casino. James asked me to place a bet for him. We found a computerised Roulette table, much better than a real one with everyone gawping, and placed his bet. There were half a dozen numbers that he wanted and I got in a right old flap trying to select them all before the time ran out. After all that effort and I didn't win him a single penny! What a pisser. I even gave it a second chance but still nothing. I was so disappointed. I drowned my sorrows with yet another Starbucks. Not sure about drowning my sorrows, think I'm almost drowning myself.
Back to our room for a quick costume change and we're back out the door for pre-dinner drinks. We started off at our hotel playing bar games. I love the little touch screen games. They don't involve anyone else so it doesn't matter if you don't know what you're doing. Like me. However, I must have known what I was doing a bit cos I managed to win $200. I'm not joking when I say I was beside myself. $200! What a touch. The little counter on the screen went up and up and up while I watched the numbers rise before my eyes. When it finally stopped I frantically whacked the 'cash out' button. I didn't have a clue how much I'd won so watched intently as the machine printed my little voucher. I was nearly sick when I saw the amount. My initial excitement faded and I was over-come with guilt cos I wasn't able to win anything for James. I quit while I was ahead, took my spondoolies and did a runner. Straight over to the Golden Gate casino and its infamous bar. Frank, Sammy and the delectable Dean all drank there and now we were too! We bagged a couple of seats at the bar and what do I find? A casino voucher for $33. Someone cashed out on the game and then walked away, forgetting their winnings. We had a couple of drinks and waited for someone to come and claim their voucher. No one came. So, for the second time, we hot footed it out of the door clutching our winnings. Or in this case, someone else's winnings.
We went in Hash a go go for our last dinner. Leaving the best til last. It was by far the most amazing dinner of the week. Nick had his manky BLT bloody mary that he's waited 6 years for. He even went mad and had it in a keepsake twisted glass. Should be an event getting that home. For dinner he had meat loaf and mash and it was exactly as we remembered. I tried something new and opted for the pasta. I was certainly on a roll. 2 cash vouchers and a pukka dinner. They say these things come in 3s. It was penne pasta in a creamy sauce with mushrooms and green beans topped with 2 huge bits of KFC style chicken. It was served in a bowl and was ginormous! I gave it my best effort but I couldn't eat it all. Neither of us did. I don't think anyone does. Almost everyone that left had a take-out box. All well and good if you live local but no use to us in a hotel. Such a waste. I was tempted to ask them to box it so I could give it to a homeless person but Nick said I'd probably get lynched cos they all want booze or money! Bearing that in mind I left it all behind.
We had a final stroll back to the hotel, stopping on the way so Nick could treat himself to a massive Cigar. It absolutely reeked! Think he fancied himself a bit though, Big fat Cigar, (or Lardy as he insists on calling it) Rolex, strolling along in Vegas, like something from the Sopranos. He looks like a hooligan at the best of times! We watched the world go by for one last time then headed back to our hotel for a farewell drink.
Those 5 nights were stretching out in front of us one minute, then as quick as a flash, they were behind us. Gone! We headed off to bed but only after going out on to the balcony one last time, to look at the madness that is Fremont Street. The craziness that is Vegas. Nick said he felt quite sad. I felt sad that one more bit of our holiday was over but not overly sad that we were leaving Las Vegas. I found it really exhausting this time. More so than before. And a bit more overwhelming. Having soaked up the sights, sounds and smells for the last time we headed off. A bit weary, a bit sad but a bit excited too.
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