Tuesday, November 21, 2006

The Vegas Experience: Cold Beer, Dirty Girls...

...and live mud-wrestling. Don'tcha think our hotel was made for us?? And that's before we'd even got to the bikini bull-riding. If you want a laugh, IMAGINE our faces when we arrived here. We were thinking CĂ©line Dion, we got The Eagles' "Hotel California" - you remember that bit "You can check out but you can never leave" ? And that's just the guests - the place is staffed by the supporting cast of "Shaun of the Dead." Brrwwwoooga. But I digress. Yes, dear reader, Rhino75 is BACK!! First of all, thank you so much for all the lovely birthday messages, either blogged, mailed or texted. I love you guys and it made my day. Well, that and the $9.95 all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet. No great revelation this, but Vegas is COMPLETELY bonkers. Hotels the size of small towns, tacky attractions by the truckload to lure the punters in, yet at the same time, it's like that movie "Westworld." What I mean by that is that the whole thing has no visible means of support. The place is spotless but you never see anyone cleaning it. The sheer quantity of food on offer - each hotel has at least four restaurants - is mind-boggling, but you never see any delivery trucks. The crime rate is supposed to be low yet you never see a cop. Spooky. The other weird thing - for us - is that the whole thing is designed to fulfill straight men's fantasies - I always suspected I would have a role in a straight man's fantasy some day :). No, what I mean is that there's not much on offer for the pink dollar apart from designer shopping, of which we did our fair share, Mamma Mia and Toni Braxton. That said, it was an EXCELLENT vacation, we had a fantastic time and laughed like drains from the moment we arrived until we got back to Gatwick. And as for the birthday build-up...watch this space for more pics and stories...

2 comments:

petite said...

Welcome back sweetie, and a belated happy birthday from Tadpole and I...

rhino75 said...

Aaah, thank you. Of course now we're married...wait a second, that was YOU in the Elvis get-up right??