A new Vegas day …and I had Friday on My Mind…

Started the day with my usual milk run up and down the corridor, then off to meet E for breakfast. The hotel was filling up for the weekend again so, of course, half the elevators were out of action for ‘maintenance.

This irritated E so much that he greeted 2 new arrivals in the lift lobby with ‘Welcome to the hotel that doesn’t work’.

He can be very droll at the best of times.
‘What did they say?’ I asked…

’They didn’t,’ he said, ’they just looked at me. They’ll find out soon enough …when they see the size of their bathroom...’

Another haphazard Mirage buffet. We’d worked out the layout by now …( it had taken all week) - of course the cereal would be by the desserts…silly us …

Brown toast? Not today! …. Bacon and eggs?…..The chicken’s delivered but you may just have to catch the pig yourself…

Now I know it sounds like I am being a bit sniffy, but the vagaries of the Mirage buffet did puzzle us at the best of times…

You could queue for ever - only to find that, once you got in, half the tables were empty.
Irksome at the best of times…. but even more so when a busy weekend was here again.
Honey Nut Crunch? Or credit crunch? You decide…

‘Well, I suppose you get what you pay for ‘ I said
’Yes, but not when it’s a Mirage’ said E…

Malvlover was coming to meet us at midday for one last gamble before her flight so we rolled into the casino by 10 ish and started the day with a vodka and orange. (As you do. In Vegas.)

E found a new slot that took his fancy and it seemed to be paying out. ‘Don’t you tell people’ he said…’it’s not good for my image’. ‘Oh I don’t know’ said...

It was quite a suitable slot for a Macho Man…even if he hadn’t been In The Navy ..or stayed at the YMCA….

Yes, Village People Party had E boogie-ing along, reliving his disco youth …
Particularly when the bonus rounds kicked off…

I was getting enough discomania just watching him and laughing my head off.

Malv turned up around midday. And once again we ended up side by side with E who wouldn’t leave The Village People alone. I had fun with Golden Goose – which I renamed ‘Goosey Gander’ and we all won a bit and lost a bit and won a bit more…

Too soon, it was time to say goodbye to Malv…it had been a good fun week and we were a little bit sad to see her go. We’d made a new friend thanks to Trip Advisor and we’d enjoyed her company and hoped she’d enjoyed ours. She’d been our Lucky Charm….
But would Lady Luck be leaving on a jet plane with her? ….

Or would she stick around for new arrivals?

4 who were arriving later that day were my friends from the UK: Sandy, Adam and The Sarahs. As they sound like a 60s pop band they don’t mind being name checked…otherwise it would be S, S, S and A. Enough to confuse me, let alone you who may be reading this....

Oh, - and Lady Luck did stick around to greet them too…..


But we didn’t know that yet……..


Coming up…..Big hellos at the Bellagio and shaking maracas with Big Elvis…