After every long haul flight we always swear never to fly economy ever again... yet here we were once more, onboard flight VS043 from Gatwick to Las Vegas. 10 hours in the same, cramped, seat and we finally landed at McCarran airport in the middle of the Nevada desert.
Catching a glimpse of the Stratosphere tower and assorted ridiculous-looking hotels as we descended, we knew we'd arrived in the magical oasis that is Sin City. We also knew that swearing never to fly economy ever again was basically an empty threat.
Within an hour of landing we were all checked in to the swish Encore hotel. The suite is pretty sweet, although the view from the 31st floor of Circus Circus and assorted car parks isn't the best. Being on the the 31st floor does mean that the lifts serving the upper half of the hotel have only one stop to the lobby though - so can't complain too much.
Within another half hour we're down by the pool and decide to order some cocktails - Pineapple Mojito for the Mrs, Long Island Ice Tea for me, and boy are they strong. The initially irritating dance music, blaring out from the speaker behind our loungers, becomes strangely enchanting after a second round.
Half-knackered, half-pissed, we head to the room to get ready for dinner. It's an easy decision to hit the Wynn buffet for our first night.
The buffet is immense - petty much every possible type of food is available from umpteen different serving stations. It's all you can eat, but a pitiful (by most of the other patron's standards, anyway) two plates later and we've both been beaten.
A quick go on the slot machines and I turn $20 into $50 in no time at all - wahoo! We struggle on to 10pm (6am BST) and decide to call it a night after a quite ridiculous 22 hour day.
A.
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