Day 4 continued- major calamities!!

Apparently flip flops are not considered to be fashionable,smart or stylish by bouncers in a $500 million dollar casino... Surely the chance to see a stubbed- hairy- clean but dirty pair of manly hawk feet is everyone's desire.... Cover of vogue- I DON'T FINK SO!!
After leaving the Casino and dragging the ausssies with us we decided to hit the nearest available watering hole to quench a much needed thirst- this happened to be a small outside blue bar- stroke of luck- we hit happy hour- with 10 minutes left biggies eyes lit up as he
1- had a pint glass which didn't make him look like he was drinking out of a dollies cup!
2- could buy a few beers without having to feed in 40 and only be given 14

Craig slipped round the side of the bar order a manly glass of coke but asking the bar lady to use her outside voice to say-"here is a triple vodka and coke" minus 50 man points which would be made up plenty in Joshua tree national park!!
Whilst Craig was slipping the bar lady a Benjamin I was attempting to catch the bar ladies pair of aces as the thirst was unbearable- in the meantime I decided to talk to the English bloke next to me after hearing his accent what resulted turned out to be the final straw in a horrendous mix of predetermined events for our fellow Brit...
Rich-  uk- (swiftly spoken)
Brit- sorry mate I'm not gay
Rich- puzzled- uk??
Brit- no sorry I'm not gay!!!

After cleaning out his ears we managed to sort out our predicament and move on from the worrying misunderstanding... Matey boy had just arrived... The bar in his hotel was closed... He walked down the street to grab swift half only to be approached by a prozzo asking him for a good time... Then to be asked if he was uk(gay)!!