Vegas, Vegas, Vegas baby!!! The very word ignights excitement in yer soul and electrifies your bones! Why? Because it’s like no other place in the world, that’s why!

Two weeks ago, my best girls and I packed our shit and headed to Sin City to celebrate my 30th Birthday (it’s not ACTUALLY until 28th Dec but that’s not really ideal for everyone) and now that I’ve just about recovered, Ima give you babes the low down…lets go! 

Ok- so if any of you know me in REAL life you may be aware that I am not the luckiest when it comes to travelling.  Last year my Mum and I’s connecting flight from Chicago to visit family got cancelled and we had to sleep on the airport (marble) floor for a night- be woken up with guns pointed in our faces and told to get up. Then spent a gloriously depressing night in a motel resulting in losing 2 full days of our holiday- it was a DISASTER. But hey, what’s the chances of something like that happening again to the same girl right?

Well if you’re me, pretty high. Let me try and get this out without shedding a tear…

We arrive in Heathrow SO excited- a wee 3 hour stop over and then VEGAS here we come! I check the terminal and our flight says- ‘Gate shows at 13:43’- but wait, our flight is at 12:30 no? DELAYED. 

Fine, it’s only a 2 hour delay, let’s go get some wineeeee! A civilised glass of wine (4 bottles) and 57372 checks of the board later we get called to Gate 3- woohoo, we’ve been delayed by 5 hours now but who cares, it’s GO TIME!

Nope. The second plane has issues too.  I glance up at the board and through my wine haze the numbers 11:00 come into view. We’ve been delayed for 23 and a half hours.  The news hits us like a kick to the throat. It’s a 4 day trip, 1 day lost is a BIG DEAL. 

Naomi and I are (drunk and) in tears as we all head to the desk to be taken to our hotel for the night- tired and heartbroken. 

If you’ve ever been SUPER delayed away from home before you’ll know a few things;

• Airport staff don’t give a shit that you’re super delayed
• The airport has not got a clue what to do with you when your super delayed
• There’s no point complaining in the airport if you’re super delayed- wait till you’re back home
• A weird bond forms between the super delayed- everyone reacts in a different way (rage, tears) but there’s this unwavering solidarity amongst the group trying to figure out how best to navigate the super delay- empathy, acceptance and then making jokes when you return to the airport that are cutting you like a knife inside because you are so worried it’s going to happen again. I can’t really explain- but if it’s happened to you, you’ll know.

We all made a pact to not speak of the super delay from the second we stepped on the plane- it’s bad, but it’s over, now we focus on VEGAS BABYYYYYYY!!!!

A quick (10 hr 40 min) zip over the ocean and we are HERE!!!!!!!!! 

I’ve been to Vegas a bunch of times and ever since the first time I set eyes on it when I was about 12- Caesars Palace has been my number 1.  This time we were lucky enough to stay there and it was all I had dreamed off *swoons 

We drop off our shit, quick change and then we hit the Strip!  For my girls, this is there first time in Vegas so they wanna see everything.  In our current situation (4 girls, 4 days worth of activities and 3 days to do it) planning is paramount. However it turns out we are shit at planning and free-balled the whole thing.  Although we have all been besties for life we are SO different in our Vegas priorities-

Nicola- Gambling and a Legends show

Steph- Grand Canyon and Cirque du Soleil

Kirsty- strip club, super club and shopping

Naomi- God bless her, all she really wanted was to see the Bellagio fountains 

We get to the first bar and order drinks and start trying to figure out what the fuck we are doing.  My strawberry daq is going down a treat! We decide to go to Wahlburgers for our first meal (the food when I go to USA is what I look forward to the most) coz if its good enough for Mark Wahlberg- it’s good enough for KBang…

This burger was DELISH and the sweet potato tots were delightful aswell. As we slowly get through our meal, we begin to get sluggish.  Tiredness, hangover and just generally being drained of life is creeping on us and we are fucked. NOOOOO! We walk around a bit sight seeing and trying to joozch our tired bones but it’s no use. 

We get back to the room and decide that a one hour nap (8pm- 9pm) will give us the juice we need to take this night- sounds reasonable right?

I wake up in darkness, it’s 2:30am- FUCK! Everybody UP, we’ve fucked thissssssss!!!!!! The good thing about Vegas is that it doesn’t matter if it’s 2:30pm or 2:30am there are 100 things to do. Quick freshen up and we head downstairs…

Now I’m not a huge gambler, but it’s 3am and I’m in Vegas with 4 days money and 3 days to spend it so give me some Blackjack baby!!!! I’m not a confident enough gambler yet to hit the tables so I found me a wee slot machine, got a drink and a cigarette and got to work…

Ok so I’m not exactly getting carted off to the high roller suite or anything but I had the BEST TIME!!!!! Winning is winning at the end of the day!

The end of the day it was indeed- we strolled around our new home, taking in the scenery (Caesars really is to die for), people watching and cashing out our winnings for tomorrows adventures.  We head back up to bed feeling like at least for a little while we ‘took the night’…

Cozied up in our Queen Size beds, Nicola gently (not at all gently) snoring away to my side, I drift off into dreamland so happy that I am finally here and genuinely elated about what adventures I will have for the next 2 days…

Till next time sweetcheeks,
Love KBang xx