Take a bit of Bangkok, add a bit of Blackpool and sprinkle some Dubai. Package it all up with a Las at the start and you have Vegas. But why on earth take me there? Most of the action seems to happen after evil bedtime. Here I am re-enacting a famous incident. I'm Siegfried. Some people call my Dada 'Roy', he's on camera. And, well, you know what happened necksed.
Then we all seperately went on some rides
Vegas by night - and the view Mama would have got from the Stratosphere had she been able to open her (4) eyes. Dada's main ride was in a chopper to look at a river. BOOORING. Still at least he wasn't shopping like I was with Mama
Looks like Dada trying to pretend he's still got a job
Here we are at Caesars Palace which was lush and where we should have stayed. Not Circus Circus where they pipe smoke thru the aircon, it takes ages to check-in, the pools are closed and there's no Spongebob ride even though there's a huge great sign in the foyer. And not the Wynn hotel 'cos they banned strollers. Miserable gits. I got them back though by hiding ... see this section's YouTube offering
Also in Vegas: I gave Mama a nosebleed with a right hook. Deal or No Deal on TV - no Noel Edmonds and each number held by a fit bird. Dada drove a hummer and looked even smaller than he normally does. Combined slot spending by parents = $40. Mama won $12 but put it straight back. Dada spent loads of money on some new arcade games then found Galaxians and 1942 and lasted an hour on 75c. Next stop: San Francisco
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