I’ve been trying to write this post for the past couple of days. The truth is, about 2 hours after landing in Vegas, everything really started blurring together. I can’t tell you what we did each day. I can’t tell you if we went to Hoover on day 2 or day 8. I do know we went to Hoover after staying up all night, with the top down on our rented convertible Mustang. I can tell you that it was a hot trip, and I was extremely irritable and could give a flip less about Hoover. But we went.
I can’t tell you if it was day 1 or 9 that we discovered the Queen Victoria Pub at the Riviera. They had a lovely beer (ale?) called Boddington that is from Manchester, England. I swear to you it was ice-cold off the tap and just like drinking velvet. Two of the little buggers gave me quite the buzz.
In fact I am positive that alcohol plays a huge role in my memory lapse. While I never got drunk, I did get and keep a buzz for most of the 9 days we spent in Vegas. I rarely drink any more, so it really didn’t take much!
I don’t know if it was day 4 or 7 that I fell off the bar stool and the pit boss at Jerry’s Nugget felt so bad for me he comped us desert and coffee at 2 a.m. Right before they intentionally cut power to the entire casino. Talk about cool!
What I do know is, I HAD A FREAKING BLAST IN VEGAS. And, I am happy to leave you with a few of my favorite pics (in a slideshow) until I can collaborate with Chris and get my facts straight.