Now that we found love what are gonna do 'bout' it
Road trip cont. black mountains, Lake Tahoe, Sam's Town and VEGAS or (Vagas if your Capt spack)
It started in a trailer park and ended in the Venetian....
Viva Las Vegas, the land of casino's, extremities and 24 hour party people... Good job really since it took us 17 hours to get there.
Drive from San Fran to Vegas:
s*** sat nav- 12hours
Us- 17 hours
First two hours sat in San Fran traffic hopes were high 'it's ok' 'it's rush hour'
next four hours fuelled by pastrami subway , frappes (American dream) and Whitney hope was present. Midnight stop at a gas station where the surely security guard issued a snow warning, optimism prevailed 'it doesn't snow in the desert'
Driving up a mountain 'is that sand or snow?'
Reaching the top of the mountain 's*** that's a snow gritter'
Going down the other side of the mountain 'wish Doug had snow chains'
It was pitch black, we were the only people on the road, skid warnings, cliff warnings, chains on car warnings.
We had nothing, except each other and Doug.... Death was laughing in our faces.
5mph, 4 hours later... We reached Nevada.... My shoulders were Fod-esque with drive by snow tension. I don't think any group of people has ever been so happy to see a vast empty flat space. It deserved a 4am, -5, alfresco wee under the stars and damn were there stars: prettiest to date.
Hitting the desert exhausted yet hyper, tired but surging with adrenaline we were 10 hours in and no way were stopping driving now...legally we should have, morally we should have, but damn we were gonna be in Vegas for NYE.... Even letting capt. Cockblock drive.
14 hours in.... Straight road... Desert.... Freezing.... Area 51... No mans land... Literally....until we run over a hay bale.
16 hours in... Out in front like a mirage neon signs, flashing lights, an air of excitement VEGAS BABY!! 1pm we pulled into SAMs town 16 hours after leaving San Fransisco.
After all that driving only the most luxurious Vegas hotel would do.... And we'd picked Sams Town. The Trailer park on the outskirts of town :)
A quick nap and a change of clothes it was NYE we were in Vegas and we were gonna f*** s*** up. Heading out to meet old Manc mate Nuge he showed us to his humble abode.... The Encore... Centre strip... 27th floor.
NYE was amazing intense and a diastaer all rolled into one. Dressed in our Gladrags- this was instantly regretted when every other b***** was in hoodies and jeans (being -2 outside and all)
Naturally we all got split up (standard) so whilst Capt CB and Nuge went on their first date, me Fodder and the Jew formally known as scrotum went on the hunt for warmer clothes (or a towel in fods case)
Words cannot describe the magnificence of Vegas if you've not been... Go... it's just crazy... literally crazy... I'm struggling to write how amazingly, flabbergastingly, glamorously, fabulous it really is. Surreal/ alternate magical universe
Vegas magical hotel moments:
1: Bolagio fountains; pretty, romantic, classic, dancing water, go with someone you want to kiss...(not the rejects I was with ;)
2: Venition: Renaissance revisited, a casual canal that runs inside it, naturally the roof inside looks like the sky outside and why wouldn't the hotel have every shop in the world inside it. dreams are made of this!
3: Encore: We went to visit Nuge, we were still there 3 days later... Favourite casino, favourite club, favourite night out in Vegas.
4: Cosmopolitan: the Cinderella of hotels, shiny glass slippers, diamond earrings and baubles of lights. Modern, funky and all that glitters
5: Caesars Palace: you want to a roman? you can be here! Epic, larger than life and easy to get lost in.
6: MGM grand: vintage gambling at it's best and the place of free wifi (means a lot when no one has data)
7: NYNY: shrimp grits and Frozen custard on the menu (American dream) WINNER
8: Planet Hollywood: keep the kids and adults happy! Apparently Britney has a residency... Didn't bump into her
8: Harrahs: the poor mans casino (we are staying in the Encore darling) The centre of Vegas world and bus terminal to SAMs town :)
After a NYE of fireworks, coldness and Fods being my midnight kiss (she is one lucky b*****) We called it a night without the s*** going down.. Relatively sober and cold it was 4am. Accidentally stayed in the Riveria, it's a story....not worth repeating.
New Year's Day....after a ginormous lie in (2 hours of actual sleep in 48 hours) a gluten free lunch (that's the way it is now) it was time to party like it was 2015 and yeah we did!
It started off with casual gambling (winning) it transcended to a Tyrst nightclub (highly recommended money is shot out the sky) there was lots of cheeky new year kissing happening, there was free money and 'banging' toons! What's not to love.
4am the club was closing...
4am waaay to early to bed down. Leaving fods and Nuge to sleep off the hangover myself and the girl who can never say stop! headed off to a top floor suite to partay with Persian kings... We say kings and they were... A suite each and gold plated magnums of Armagnac champagne!! I need to get myself to Iran.
Naturally as soon as I got into the suite sleep took over but capt CB carried on partying for the both of us.... Until dawn.
10am the second day of the new year. Capt CB decided to impress the Persian kings by putting her make up on... Leaving her phone and purse as a deposit for our return off we trotted back to Nuges room.... Where her make up bag was...
Only to Discover....
We couldn't remember the room of the kings.
3 floors and 20 annoyed guests later (apparently people don't appreciate a 10am knock- a - door from drunken lasses) Defeat and hangover won over and we crawled back to Nuges room... Capt CB with nothing (including her dignity.)
Pretty standard Saturday bar the fact were in VEGAS!!!!
Capt CB spent the day crying into the Duvet, Whilst the rest of our motley crew went for Steak. Meat and a hangover- things never change.
After a second day of casual gambling... Which I assure you never gets boring... We decided to carry on in the style which 2015 has become accustomed with dinner at Tao.
I like to eat... I like to eat out.... I have eaten at very nice places.... Tao easily slips into the top 5 if not top 3.
Baths filled with scented rose petals guide you Into the door (improved by naked ladies after the watershed) the dark candle lit interior only adds to the excitement and the atmosphere . Miso Chilean seabass. If I was in a stage of crying with happiness(over a fish)... This would have happened.AMAZING
Eating at the restaurant allows free entry to the club (Vegas win) so off we trotted to explore the underworld some more.
Unfortunately after ten minutes of fire eaters, naked ladies, pumping music, contortionists and people (seriously that's how it goes here) my doggy bag of noodles and fred perry pumps could no longer hold the hangover back, so off I trotted, carrier bag in hand to join the CB under the duvet whilst the Nuge and Fods partied like the cool kids they are.
Halfway through Vegas, momentum still strong, new year in place. If it continues like this I think 27 club may reap a new member ;)