Of course because we've come over from New York and even though the sun is shining brightly outside, we don't trust that it's actually warm out. So we layer ourselves up, AND put on our coats, lightweight, well, mine being a mac, but still way too much, as these were dispensed with as soon as we left the hotel.
By the way our fucking hotel is HUGE, it's just really obnoxious and "in your face", but I love it.
So we're walking and talking and taking it in all in. It really is quite surreal, and to be honest because the hotels are so huge you assume that the walk to the main part of the strip, ie Paris Hotel, Bellagio etc is quite near, then when you've been walking for 30 minutes and realise that your only half way there, you wish you'd gotten the lovely tram instead.
Honestly we were knackered, but I insisted on walking because I needed the CVS Pharmacy store to stock up on things that I'd forgotten like toothpaste, makeup remover, cameras, knickers, tampax, shoes...ok maybe not knickers and shoes, just kidding.
But literally by the time we hit the main strip we were completely shagged, but still feeling groovy and loving this divine Vegas weather. As you can see we did take quite a few pics, although Morpheus didn't look to happy in this one, 
probably because he absolutely HATES looking like a tourist. Yeah I got news for you honey, you ARE A BLOODY TOURIST, suck it up man for christ sake.
I love it, love looking like a tit in the middle of the street with my camera and my map spread out on the floor, it's fun for me you know? 
So we ate a "mon ami" which is the terrace restaurant attached to the Paris Hotel which was lovely. It was a shame that we had to eat outside, but we did get to watch this fat woman dripping with gold shove french fries down her throat at a very fast pace.
During our late brunch/lunch we got a call from Candy, she'd just arrived after having a two hour delay at JFK where unfortunately she'd been delayed ON THE PLANE, not good. Although she had managed to pick herself up some bloke while she was waiting on the plane, so I guess it wasn't that great a loss and waste of time. Oh yeah we're going to meet him tonight....goody goody, someone to pick on!!
So after lunch we walked over to the Flamingo which is where Candy is staying just for tonight and then transferring over to the Paris tomorrow. It's just as well because the Flamingo is shoddy to say the least. Which is bad because it was one of the original hotels and if I'm correct this is where the Brat Pack (Sinatra, Martin, Davis) used to stay or at least where celebrities used to shag people that they shouldn't have....
What I LOVE about Vegas is that you absolutely have to walk through a casino first before you get to the hotel lobby or elevators, you can't not walk past slot machines and roulette tables, they've got you sussed these people, it's very clever.
So we get to Candy's very basic and crappy room. The poor thing is starving, she's hasn't eaten for like 6 hours and has ordered some very cardboardy looking chicken mc nuggets, so we decided to let her be, not before though I insisted on taking a picture of her and Morpheus on the outside corridor carpet, which, as you can see....
is bloody tragic, I mean look at this thing, christ headache or what?
So myself and Morpheus nipped downstairs to see the penguins that were hanging with the Flamingoes in the outside area of the hotel. Then we decided to head back to the hotel because we were knackered and I desperately needed to take a long bath in that fab tub of ours. Now you know how Morpheus hates looking or acting like a tourist, well this next suggestion freaked him completely. I happened to see a very cute woman, sitting on a rickshaw and decided that that was our transport home. Yes of course he complained but he soon stopped when he was sat nice and comfy watching the world go by as this bird peddled her arse off down the street. 
So this is a shot of me taken in the rickshaw by Morpheus as we're going past the New York section of the strip, which is really good but to be honest seeing all the firemen's t-shirts with remembrance words on after 9/11 wound me up a bit. I'm on holiday, I get reminded EVERY DAY, can I please not look??...thank you.
Once she off loaded us we went over the freeway bridge and then got the tram from the Luxor I think over to the Mandalay Bay Hotel, which was a very nice little ride, sorry no pics of that.
We WERE going to see the shark reef which is actually in our hotel, but by the time we got to the ticket desk there was way too many old people and kids, which in my eyes is waiting behind all THE BLOODY TIME, which I was NOT in the mood for.
So tonight we met Candy in the Hard Rock Cafe Hotel, which was absolutely jam packed and no, no pics I'm afraid, Morpheus made me leave my camera at home, to be honest even I don't use it at night, come on street cred and all that.
I wanted to look trendy and quite sexy but clearly I'm in the wrong town to compete with these kinds of women. Oh my god I've never seen so many humongous sized breasts in all my life, it was amazing and I couldn't stop staring and pointing which was getting me into big trouble. We had prime seats at this huge round bar in the hotel, where huge muscular bar tenders with white bleached hair poured drinks at a rapid pace, which is always good, thank you I'll have an appletini please (the new "in" drink apparently). One woman walked in with tight tight jeans on, a french basque with the stocking attachments hanging down her sides, with a cowboy hat on and the biggest knockers I've ever seen in my entire life, oh my god babies all over the world would be wetting themselves, looking at those feeding balloons...christ they were amazing!
Finally Candy's date from the plane turned up, John I think his name was, nice guy, and yes I emphasize the word NICE. He was sweet, lives up in Connecticut somewhere, never goes into the city, it scares him (puff), one of those sort of boys that will most definitely marry the girl next door and have a couple of sweet kids. Way too nice for Candy, she needs a rock star in my opinion, some crazy dude who'll show her a good time, hey but that's just my opinion ok.
We ate at the Pink Taco which was good but I most certainly preferred the margaritas than the food. Then afterwards we hit the roulette table. We were going to explore and hit other tables plus a couple of slot machines, but to be honest I was kind of drunk and decided that seeing as I was up with my chips (not for long) and some bird was bringing me drinks on a regular basis, that I'd stay where I was.
Now over the next few hours I got this information from Candy and Morpheus because I was far too tiddly to remember all this by myself. Apparently everybody else's chips were piled up high and tall, whereas mine were all over the bloody place, spread out on the table. Our dealer was cute and I apparently kept apologising for giggling ,sliding off my stool and flicking cigarette ash everywhere, but he didn't seem to mind, its the accent, I can get away with anything.
I also (apparently) got quite heavily chatted up by some bloke who sat himself next to me and assumed that Candy was with Morpheus and that I was by myself...excellent. Candy said he was cute, so that's good enough for me as I don't remember. Anyway at one point this guy put his hand on my shoulder and that's when Morpheus stepped in, (you go boy...) and explained to the cute cheeky guy that actually I was his wife....FUNNY, oh god what am I like, such a tart.
I think he left....
Great night....lost loads of money but who cares, we're in Vegas, it's part of the fun...
