Viva…Viva…Oh You Know The Rest
Well, with little fanfare, because everything ended up being so last minute before I left, I'm away. In sunny Las Vegas, though sunny barely begins to describe it. It's *unbearably* hot. Air conditioning is my new best friend - I mean, we've always been close, but now we're inseparable.
For the second time in about a month I'm in a hotel room without a broadband connection, and once again, I feel like I've had a limb removed.
Anyway - staying here, which is an entirely bonkers experience - to get from reception to the lifts you have to go through the casino, where somewhat disturbingly, there are people to be seen playing the slot machines and at the tables at 6am. Every one of these casino hotels is like a small town by itself, with restaurants and shopping arcades, beauty salons and pools. This one, just to be different, has a volcano in the front garden.
I'm here for a wedding. Not mine of course, but my brother's. Elvis will be in attendance I'm pleased to say - well, it just wouldn't be the same without him.