Breakfast buffet in our hotel included the regular eggs and bacon, although i must add i just loved the bacon in the states, it is deep fried so it is almost like jerky of the pork variety. You can have your eggs anyway, they will make you omeletes, benedict, scrambled etc. Toast, which comes in sweet, wheat or wholemeal, dont ask me what sweet is, i didnt try it and i just assumed they all had wheat in some capacity. Cream cheese is popular, different colour/flavour mounds of it. Chinese, always a good option for breaky, especially if you have not gone to bed yet, and it wasnt dodgy at all, i had noodles one day (pretend its today). Chicken, you could have a half or a whole chicken, cooked kabana, roasted ham...strange options, again for those who have not slept? Biscuits and Grits, now i tried this eventually because i needed to say i had eaten Grits, well i didnt actually eat it as much as i put some in my mouth and in an attempt to swallow a bit of vomit came back with it, needless to say i dont recommend trying Grits just because you are in America. Biscuits are like scones, so i put jam on them, i got some weird looks. McDonalds does their Mcmuffin with biscuits, really ? Scones with an egg and sausage in between, not nice. Cheese puffs, now from the desert bar (yes still breaky) i had to try a cheese puff, it looked like a croissant, only it was the size of a tennis ball and filled with that cheese i mentioned before that comes out of a tap...i am in heaven. You cannot get a cup of tea, unless it is iced and still forget the coffee, it is like a cup of poison that resembles coffee. Enough with breaky, i simply love a buffet.
We ventured to the Venetian Casino. The sky is blue with clouds, there is a canal and gondolas with real 'venetians' singing while they row someone up the canal...this is all indoors, it was beautiful, although i didnt have a ride because the singing would have driven me nuts, and once you are in a gondola, you have committed to the whole ride which might include alot of singing. The shops in here were beautiful as were the fake cobblestone streets, certainly on the recommendation list to see this one.
Madam Taussauds is also on the list, while i was reluctant to go inside (they are just wax models), i did. It was funny, you can touch them all and there are props. The first floor we found ourselves on many occasions apologising to wax dummies, they were spread around the room and if you bumped into one you couldnt help but say sorry or excuse me. Funny. We all posed with our favourite people and took stacks of pics. I met Miffys boyfriend (sorry Miffy he wasnt real like i had you believe). I shot hoops with Shaquille Oneil and layed down on the bunny bed with Hugh.
Bit more shopping, and off to get ready for the wedding of Mr and Ms S&C. After i tried on 3 dresses and equally hated each one, i went for the old favourite. Really i have had this black dress for longer than i can remember and i have worn it to so many events. Always take your favourite black dress. And comfy shoes. No i didnt actually pack any comfy shoes, so have just worn different ones everyday so the blisters would not be in the same place. Dont worry i had thongs in my bag to wear after the formalities.
So we load into the biggest stretch limo i have ever seen, I lie, there was one bigger in the car park but it wasnt ours. But this was huge. 11 great people, 1 photographer and of course our driver. Down to the Vegas sign. Now the vegas sign is not as big as i had imagined, it is also on the median strip and there are stacks of tourists there, perhaps they knew a couple of Aussies were getting married. When we arrived at the sign, the wedding coordinator was there and Ms S made me honoury bridesmaid, how lovely. The ceremony was short and sweet, the Groom was nervous as all get out and it was about 45 degrees. Airplanes flew over, cars bipped their horns, i wish i had of videod it just for the noise, it was fantastic. Woo hoo, they are now announced Mr and Mrs S&C and we load back into the stretch for a drive around to some beautiful hotels which offered photo opportunities. Well photos for the bride and groom, different bars for us. Drop the photographer back at the hotel, slip into some thongs (for my feet) and head off to the reception. Freemont St.
What a reception they had planned, we drank out of footballs which held about 10 nips of spirit, the first one cost $13 and a refill was $10, i did manage to get through 2. Anyway there was an 80's tribute band playing all night in the mall, light/music shows, weirdos galore, casinos which gave you beads everytime you walked near the front door and CHEAP drinks. Within half an hour of arriving we were either pissed or so excited about being here, it was out of control. "I farking love this place" was mainly what we said for the first few hours. The crowds gave us a wide berth and some were even taking pics of us (perhaps we were their weirdos). Have they never seen 11 Aussies singing 80's songs at the top of their lungs, nursing footballs full of bourban like babies? It is here that the Freemont Dancer is born, it must have been a great place to bust the moves he was!!
DO NOT MISS FREEMONT ST if you go to Vegas.
We danced the night away and of course needed to keep hydrated with giant size footy cups. Did i mention you could have anything in them? Slushy, beer, bourban.
On my way home i asked Elvis why everyone had just disappeared, apparently they had told me they were leaving and i simply refused to go. This only became a problem the next morning when i got up at 9am with a screaming headache, and still drunk only to remember i was going horse riding in the desert at 12.30. What was i thinking? I was simply mesmorised by Freemont St, i wish we had one here...oh wait...some of our parties are like that! I will fill you in on the difficult morning which followed Freemont in the next edition.
Freemont St " I farking love that place"\
I would have video evidence if i hadnt lost the video camera i bought in the duty free shop in Bris Vegas, if anyone sees us pop up on you tube, please let me know.
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