Anyway i had grand plans of completing a journal so i would not forget a thing, seeing as we had planned a hangover type tour, this might be something to consider. Problem is i didnt write in it...until the flight home. I was able to record day 2, mainly because i didnt have a drink until later in the day and my new camera has a GPS setting on it so it tells me exactly where i was at what time, it also has a holiday planner so you can put how many days you will be away and it logs it for you. Nice options.
Day 2 (Thursday) is walkabout day. I use the term walkabout because one of our tour guides (Day 6) tells us it is common for Aussies to go walkabout, maybe not come back for months. He seemed to know alot about Aussies but confused us with the traditional indigenous folk. So with intention to have a look around the strip, we end up catching a monorail from Ballys. Prior to this we stopped at Paris Hotel and fell into a novelty photo booth where they put your face onto someone elses. Needless to say Elvis posed as Elvis, myself and Pop Princess were the Vegas showgirls. Something you can probably do in Sufferers Paradise or even on my own computer, but we are on holidays so spend a shitload of money all having our pics done. My plan was to fool the kids and say we were dressed up and just had instantly fabulous bodies and naval peircings. Didnt work. Fooled mum though, she is technologically disadvantaged and could only think that we dressed up, she even commented how great our figures were. Thanks Mum, but unless the boob/butt lift fairy paid me a visit in my sleep, it is not my body, but thanks anyway. So a combined total of about $500 later and many large size prints for manland we get on the monorail to the Northern most end (there was some debate whether we were heading north or south) we made the end of the line, it was North.
It is now we decide rather than tempt the rides at the Stratosphere: for only $400 you can jump off the top, we would hit the outlet store. It seems at this stage we dont have much of clue where we are, some back street behind the strip and we might have to catch a bus as we have been told the outlet centre is much further north than we had planned to walk.
The ticket machines for all public transport are automated, you can buy tickets for the bus in hour, day or 3 day passes. A three day unlimited bus ride ticket is $20. Of course i buy one of these, after feeding a thousand $1 notes (ok only up to 20), as the machine does not give change, we know this because we read it way after it kept telling us our money was invalid. Anyway after a dispute on cost with Elvis i take the $20 3 dayer, because i am going to bus it everywhere. No i never got on one after this day. More money well spent and i know Elvis was saying "i told you so" in his head. Now our next challenge was to figure out which side of the road we stand on. The cars of course are on the wrong side so we need to also find the wrong side to load onto a bus which will take us to a place we have no clue where it is. After crossing the road 3 times due to poor directions from the locals, we are back to where we bought the tickets waiting for a bus.
The outlet centre is pretty big, a bit like harbourtown, but less confusing. One way in, one way out. Armed with the boys wish list and feet cut out of paper i needed to find Vans x 6, Converse x 2 and a pair of Nikes. The Vans shop was so stressful, there were 3 of us in there all with the same amount of shoes to purchase. I needed a drink. Lucky the shoes were cheap as was most of the shops there. I say that like i was looking for stuff for me. I wasn't. I was so completely over it by the end of the Vans shop . Where is the bar?
Before we started shopping we set a meet point for 2 hours. If you werent finished dont meet, if you were, we would head home, dump the bags and start drinking.
2 hours has passed, we meet back at the meeting point, all except for Stefan (sorry spelt it incorrectly in part one, lead to some confusion over the nick name, problem solved) and Pop Princess. While we broke the rule of 2 hours or we leave, we miss the bus waiting, they have seen about 4 shops to our whole shopping experience. Bye Bye Stefan and Pop Princess, see you back at the bar.
Snack in the cafe. Snack in the states is a double sized meal in Australia....with a Pickle. Couple drinks and get ready to meet again in one hour to see the Viva Elvis, a Cirque De Soleil production. Of course Elvis (my Elvis not the one from the show) and myself were running late and i had all 11 tickets. The rest of the group were told if we were any later we would have been locked out. As it turns out we missed the curtain going up and had to climb over the laps of some not so happy customers. All 11 of us over these poor peoples laps. Show was fabulous, Elvis tribute, i had a tear in my eye while i sang and clapped along, ribbons fell from the ceiling. Miss Scotch and Coke caught one and donated it to Manland.
Next stop Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville. We had heard stories about different flavour Margarita spewing out of volcano every hour. Not true. We did however see a poor girl fall victim to Margarita overdose and like this was a regular occurance in this establishment, the paramedics rolled in, loaded her up and shipped her out, nothing stopped, she spewed all the way out the back door. Cheers.
After the paramedic incident every time we heard a siren, someone would comment "must be going to Margaritaville". We will probably say this for the rest of our lives, while it is a "you had to be there" joke, we will all know what we are talking about. Just go along with it people.
Nachos, boneless chicken wings ( i dont know how those chickens get around) and buckets of Corona. Yes buckets. 5 in a bucket $25, for an extra $10 you can have lime flavoured tequila poured into each one. Mr Scotch and Coke and Chawain (she's not a hooker) thought these loaded coronas would be a good idea. After 2 buckets, it was probably not such a good idea. I had a strawberry margarita, as you do in Margaritaville, ate too many nachos and had to go home early. I held a vomit it for at least 2 kilometres. Made it back to the hotel room without throwing up on the strip. Excellent achievement. Everyone else partied on, with the last survivors seeing the sun come up, needless to say they would not be making the breaky call seeing as they were still up.
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