My Vegas Diary - part 1

Got to Vegas yesterday, about 1:30 pm, and it was a pretty good flight. It's the first time I've flown to Vegas direct, with no changes, and it's worth the extra money. The air crew were much like any other, but they actually had smiles on their faces, like they really enjoyed being there! Whatever next? Managed to restrict myself to just a couple of beers and some red wine, which was manfully understated.

Phil met me at the airport, and we got into his 2004 Jaguar XJ8 (in white, not something you'll see in the the UK), and cruised around in iced luxury. We got back to his place, sucked a couple of bottles of Becks (European tastes never leave you! - Phil's a Brummie who's lived in Vegas for 8 years), then went down to his local, the Road Runner bar. I managed to last until about 10:30 pm before I fell asleep in the bar. In mitigation, because Vegas is 8 hours behind us, I had been awake for about 24 hours, so it was the equivalent of 6 in the morning.

Got back to Phil's and crashed on his living room floor; he couldn't wake me so he went straight to bed. I traipsed into my room some hours later, for some delicious sleep. Today we got up and ran some errands - went to some output warehouse, and bought 24 bottles of Becks for about 8 quid! Our country is so expensive. I saw a camcorder there for 170 pounds, normally 220 back home, so my eyes twinkled momentarily. Went to one of his friend's house, and performed cat duty (litter emptying .. eugh!), before cruising around some more. Tonight we're off to a drive-in movie (another first) so will keep you posted.