We retired reasonably early that first night having been up since 4:30am UK time, but two of our 'Golden Girls', Auntie Sue and Bella upon waking up at 2am decided the best thing to do was pop downstairs for a glass of wine to help them drop back off.
That was the last we saw them until we were up, dressed and ready to head out for breakfast, when we opened the room door and the fell back in, giggling and asking where we were going at bedtime.
This severely set back my planned itinerary for the day, so after my first American breakfast
we just hung around the hotel playing the slots and people watching until Patsy and Eddie had recovered enough to catch the Deuce to the Strip.
A lot of people said we were better to use taxis as the Deuce was to slow, but apart from the fact it was a hell of a lot cheaper, we met lots of people and had some of our best conversations on the bus,
some memorable ones being Mrs Red politely refuting a rather loud lady's claim that Americans invented mothers day and us guys just copied them, a women telling me that her great granmomma came from a little island called Wales and numerous discussions about the Royal family, Benny Hill and Mon-tee Pie-thorn.
I also saw a man wearing the worlds most incredible shoes, I must get that pic off Bridie.