Thankfully this was a much more entertaining and successful day! Once we had awoken from our slumber it was time to head out and hunt for some food. We got the shuttle bus after our failed attempt to walk up the strip last night. On Amy and Brad's recommendation we headed to Hash House a-Go-Go and had a yummy brunch (I may or may not have had a giant ass margarita), served by a scary, knife throwing look-a-like waiter. Set up for the day off we went to explore the strip. After the out of body experience on the first night we felt we needed a second viewing of the Venetian. It was just as weird the second time around. After purchasing tickets for a show that night it was time to take Sally to the airport and pick up our new car. This was an emotional goodbye to the beast, made worse at the concern on the car rental woman's face at our new car. Apparently a small economy car would be highly dangerous on the freeways between Vegas and Miami. At her recommendation for our safety we upgraded to a hyundi Sonata. Which we have named Frank. Fitting. Her concern for our saftey didn't end there though. She suggested we buy some sandwich bags and fill them with salt, ready to throw in the face of any assailants, that failing apparently hairspray works wonderfully as a mace substitute as well. Alongside these pearls of wisdom, Donna also learnt to choose her words carefully. Telling this black woman that we'd met some colourful people so far got a funny look, or two - when she was asked to repeat what she'd just said. Lost in translation in action!

After a quick turn around at the hotel we got a cab to the Rio to see The Ratpack is Back. Apparently this is not what Twenty-somethings go and see when in Vegas. As we handed our ticket over the guy gave us a funny look and asked us if we were 'in the right place, the chippendales are upstairs'. When we told him we were there on purpose he took pity on us and upgraded us to a seat nearer the stage. It turns out we were the youngest in there by a good twenty years. But we enjoyed ourselves nonetheless, crooning along to the classics. Helped by the fact that Dean was a hottie. Marilyn Monroe even made an appearence and made one 80 year old man very happy. We then hopped on the shuttle bus back to the strip and hit up Rhumbar - unfortunately they don't appear to have Wray and Nephew in the USA so I had to make do with a Sailor Jerry cocktail instead. Hard life, I know. We then tottered over to Margaritaville, which turned out to be the beginning of the end of our civilised night out in Vegas. Super strong tequila margaritas left us wanting a big night, Donna making a giant straw to steal more tequila and me thinking I could speak french. We had been told be the barman that the 6ft container behind him was full of tequila, which set Donna her off on her mission. Whilst I was conversing with a french family fluently, in my head. As they left the old french fella showed me a picture of a naked woman ( which were being handed out all over the strip), my response in perfect french was of course a a vey french 'ooo la la'. Which they buzzed off, obviously.

But this what not enough for us, we wanted to DANCE! At the barman's recommendation we headed to The Quad, where we did indeed dance. We were then approached by a middle aged woman who offered us a vodka shot each if we'd talk to her friend. Free booze? We were all over that. After a pleasant conversation and necking our vodka we stumbled back on to the strip in search of more dancing. Here we met Diamond and Destiny, I complimented Diamond on her leopard print tattoo and somehow we ended up dancing up and down the strip with them until the early hours of the morning. And when I say dancing on the strip, I literally mean ON the strip. Our favourite spot was on a bridge dancing to a busker rocking out on some drums. We soon had a group joining in with us getting our dance orrrrrrrn. I think this cheered up Diamond and Destiny who had had failed auditions for a local strip club earlier that night. I think, perhaps, those weren't there real names, perhaps. We went, at the request of Destiny, back to the Venetian to find the dragon. Unfortunately the dragon was now a peacock. Disappointed we headed back out to the strip into an area taped off with police tape. The girls were convinced there had been a murder and asked one of the officers. He confirmed there worst fears. Before laughing and telling us it was because of the crane. At this point we went our separate ways, Donna and myself made the walk back to hotel go a lot quicker by singing Disney and musical songs. I'm sure we must have got some strange looks. As we got back in the hotel I was shocked to see people still up gambling and felt it was only right I told them that it was 5am and they really should be in bed. A guy then took it upon himself to follow us back to our room, when we politely turned down his offer he shouted from the other side of door 'AM I NOT HOT'. And with that we crashed out and slept like babies.