Felt extremely refreshed after an incredibly long evening nap. After checking out and leaving our bags in the hotels storage, we all had different plans to kill the few hours before Chanel came to pick us up and fret urn us to Los Angeles. I started off by walking back up the strip to cash out (spend) some of the chips I'd apparently won on Friday and had only just found. I started off easy on the beer in Bill's before heading back. I would've stayed longer, but some girl at the bar was offering to pay me to bin her recent ex-boyfriends identification cards, or at least hand them in somewhere. The bar staff had already said no, but she offered me a beer. I had the beer, but left the cards. I'm such a gentleman. Besides, you hear stories of scammers 'n' that, that they have in Vegas, so didn't want to get roped in.

Got back to the hotel in time for Chanel to pick us up, and waited another half hour for Mon to turn up. We had to wait another hour after that whilst she threw up her guts after eating too much seafood at the All-U-Can-Eat seafood restaurant up the strip. This was not looking too good for the 5 hour trip back to LA. She'd calmed down a bit and we headed "home".

It was an amazing weekend, and felt bizarre finishing a vacation, only to still sort of be on holiday…?