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Published: July 30th 2012
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13th July
Ok massive win. Today there was no sick to be seen in the room anywhere. It was however in one of the worst states I had seen it. Suitcases open and clothes everywhere. Mattresses off the beds. Lamp shades no where to be seen and food/snacks burst all over. We had a good night I assume. Chow night was pretty hilarious even if it did turn out to be get a picture with any and every chinesey person we could find. God have mercy on the cleaner today. I suppose it wasn't as bad as the sick around the room yesterday. Anyway, on today's agenda would be to hit the north outlet mall, go to the stratosphere to ride on the 3 roller coasters on top of the skyscraper type building and back to the hotel for what would eventually be, the ever famous shit shirt night. We hopped into a taxi to the mall to where we would politely decline to by any of the 5 guns the taxi driver was offering to sell us. He was pretty convincing, he even offered to ship them to the UK for us. The 5 of us got to the
mall gun free, just. I think Karl was tempted. The mall was big, outside and had all the usual shops but at discount prices being an outlet mall and all. Steve, Karl, Joe and myself are all typical boys. Don't like trying anything on, can't and won't window shop and need to be in and out of a shop in reasonable time. I swear rich is a girl inside. He could stay in any clothes shop all day and play dress up like he is a barbie doll. He has to touch everything in the shop just to see and feel it. He must find the stupidest thing in the shop, put it on and find me to show me as well as staring at the shiniest thing in the shop. All of which takes time and according to common male laws of shopping he breaks many of them. Karl and myself ended up buying jeans and myself some Ralph Lauren shoes. £70 they would of cost in England. $33 in USA. Bargain. Rich ironically didn't get anything. We managed to convince Steve to buy some short shorts for the pool back at the hotel and become part of mine
and Karl's short shorts club. Very prestigious. Onto the stratosphere. $33 dollars to ride three rides at 1000 feet in the air over looking the strip is not bad looking back. The three rides consisted of a fast straight vertical blast up directly on top of the tower. The second was a ride that pretended to tip you over the side of the building and the last was a ride where you sat in your seat and it moved you over the edge and spun directly over thin air. This was the one that probably gave me the willies the most. All of which are worth doing if you ever go to Vegas. We headed off in search of the man vs food mega burrito challenge but sadly it had shut down and our burrito dream was over. During the day we had been discussing how much of a success chow themed night had been and that we need another themed night. Of course it was always going to be one of mine and rich's favourite themes. Shit shirt night. After a while in the pool topping up tans and laughing at Stevens white legs in his short shorts we
headed to Ross. So we could dress for less. Rich and I remembered seeing some awful shirts in here which would be perfect for shit shirt night. After a good 45 mins of debating who get what shirt to wear for the night as no one gets to pick there own shirt. A lot of bickering later we have our women's shirts. The women's seemed to be more horrendous on the eyes and didn't fit at all so that's what we went for as you can see by the pictures. Rich got the short straw by having to wear a nighty "moo moo" as the Americans say. All shirted up and onto the night out. As we don't pre drink in the room, we do all drinking in the casino we had no Dutch courage to fashion these shirts to start with. We got the funny looks, high fives and shouts of compliments on the shirts and the night began. We were in our element. Drink after drink and casino after casino we ended up back in the flamingo hotel but not before rich and steve almost manage to get run over by crossing the road in the wrong part
under the afluance of incohol. All lubed up with booze and ready to declare our love for Kim once again who would continue to make us laugh and bring us drinks all night. At one point in the night we decided it was a good idea to try and get pictures with people who also had shit shirts on but were actually wearing them seriously. To be honest I don't know if we offended people or not but we got a few pictures anyway. The funniest story of the night includes the characters Richard Cassidy and Karl Hughes. Basically Rich had managed to find himself a large green mug sort of thing (look at the pictures) and filled it up with some booze of some kind and was using it for a lot of the night. He left it on the side as he was finished and went off to get another drink. Karl in his infinite wisdom decided he couldn't hold his bladder long enough to get to the toilet so causally whilst playing the slots he sneakily had a quick wee in this huge cup. Some mexicans came up to us and i cant quite remember but were
asking us for a drink or something. I cant quite remember, i was very drunk at this point. Steve and Karl then filled the rest up with beer and shots of all types and handed it to these people. At which point Rich came back into the picture, exclaimed that we were giving his drink away and proceeded to chug this special COCKtail. At which point everyone broke into hysterics. He eventually stopped and enquired. I simply said to him, "go to the loo and throw up". As soon as I said this he knew. The funny thing is it wasn't even meant for him. His lack of ability to share cost him urine to the mouth. Nice. Off we all went to the loo to try and video/pictures of him throwing up. We got a few. Then came the multiple sambuca shots and my downfall for the night. Long story short I had a sudden urge to be sick which I could not hold in. I was sick in between two of the slot machines. Not only there but running to the toilet I was sick on the floor of the casino in three different places. I got told
after the fourth splurt that I was running in the wrong direction to the loo. By that time the sick was out and I felt fine ready to continue. Later in the night we found ourselves once again playing to fountains and sliding down slopes as if it was a water slide. Narrowly avoiding the police whilst doing this we saw someone getting arrested on the long escalator. It was like something off a comedy sketch. This guy was on the floor, hands cuffed face down riding along this escalator with 2 police men holding him down. When they got to the end they lifted him onto the ground to where a huge crowd was, and the police just started shouting " yeeeeehhhhhhhh". To which the whole crowd went wild and started respecting the police with fist bumps and high fives. Not very professional but so funny. It was like something out of
21 jump street. On the way home boy wanderer managed to get lost and then only remembers being woke up by some women sleeping on one of the slot machines wearing his floral dress. He really is a liability.
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