Kicked off with a litre of wine at 5.20pm and a bag of almonds to line my stomach. First mistake, as could feel the booze hitting my empty stomach after the first drink. After about 2 hours on the sauce, Amy is in the room and she wants a tattoo. Paid deposit, booked it for next day. Second mistake! The happy couple said their nuptials at around 9pm (Vegas nighttime wedding) and then we decided to hit Downtown Vegas at Fremont street. After some boozing looking at the light show at Fremont, a little dabble in the casino was decided by the group. Off we go..
So, Amy (the name given to my drunken alter ego by my friends) decides she can play Blackjack and decides that she is going to a table where the bets are a $25 minimum. I would say this was my 3rd mistake but the little tyke Amy only fucking clears up and keeps winning, even though she doesn't know how to play and is using words like twist, snap, stick... Hahahah.... The croupier was getting the right hump and so were the other (quite serious) players. As soon as they repeated the rules, they were in one ear and out the other. When I'm drunk, I don't usually pick up on hostility but even the thick skin of my drunken self knew that these guys hated me, especially as I kept winning. Fucking class!!! Amarillo slim must she shitting himself as there's a new kiddo on the block!!
Soo... I make shapes and bumps into my group again. They can't believe how much I've just won - haha! I decided to call it a night, ditch the rest of the crew and jump a taxi home..
Next morning I'm as rough as hell. I decides to Google "hangover cure vegas" and spots this website were you can pay $200 and they come to your hotel room, put you on an intravenous drip putting your fluids back, give you a host of vitamin shots and leave you some supplements. A business idea if I ever saw one. Genius. I didn't book it though but it's always good to know these things are out there. Check out the website www.hangoverheaven.com