I remember drinking in the Cosmopolitan, watching a band in Planet Hollywood, chatting to some Canadians and Spaniards in Flamingo, playing blackjack in Margaritaville, vaguely ringing Dave back home at about 6:30am (now Saturday), and that's about it.

There's vague recollections of drinking a white russian, a hot female singer in the band, I think one of the spanish guys was called Adrian (?), one of the Canadians had five chins, the croupier in Margaritaville wasn't letting me win, Dave still hasn't told me what I said but it was apparently very funny, and I discovered that I arrived home about 8am (ish), attempting to access the hotel room with my credit card (thinking it was the key card), until Milica let me in, where I proceeded to face-plant the floor and fell asleep almost instantly. There's probably a load more, but I'm clutching at memories now.

And now today. I'd had 3 hours sleep when everyone else woke up to go for breakfast, so I showered (attempting to wake myself up faster) and headed out with them. We walked up the strip a bit, and Mon decided she wanted to go off, with Alex and Milica wanting to see a show, so I popped over the road to Shea's, an Irish bar and casino. I played a few slots and a even jumped in on the roulette, and this was made even better with each beer being just $1, and the midget walking round on the bar, pouring shots down everyone's already pissed up mouths. Not mine of course….

Headed back to the hotel to meet with the others (and for a little kip) before going out to a club that we had a free table for. I never made it out again. I even got up and put full-length leg wear on to go out, but was far too exhausted to make it. I just stayed in the room for the rest of the evening and slept. The others weren't out long, and apparently I didn't miss too much. I don't think it would have been my scene anyway. Besides, it's my holiday, and I'll do what I want!