Around The World In 80 Waves

After taking part in an organised Vegas Crawl last night my head hurts. However I am pleased to report that I have all my teeth and no tattoos, that I did not get married in an Elvis chapel, and that there was neither a tiger nor a baby in my hotel room when I woke up this morning.

It was Saturday night in Las Vegas and I dont know how many of those I will have in my life so I headed for the Hard Rock Cafe on the strip where the crawl was starting. I was given a name badge and told to put my Vegas name on it. I chose Simon Cowell, finally giving in to the overwhelming statements of ‘Hey Rob, do you know who you remind me of?’ which I have encountered since landing at JFK airport in New York. It seemed to go down well with the people I met out of the 220 who were on the organised crawl.

After an hour there we moved on to the Coyote Ugly bar at NewYork-New York, and from there on to Tabu at MGM Grand, which is where I took this picture. After that it was the Bagatelle Club at Tropicana, where I was diappointed that the drinks were not in fact free.

The final stop was LAX at Luxor Hotel but I didnt stay long because I was already quite hammered. I caught a taxi home without any brushes with ladies of the night.

Although a beer is the last thing I want right now I feel I have to offer praise to US beer in general, which has been surprisingly good everywhere I have been. There are loads of micro breweries making delightful Indian Pale Ales and in all the beers I have consumed I think I am yet to have a poor pint.

That Newcastle Brown Ale has been sold everywhere in all the cities I have visited as an exotic foreign import beer in the same vein that at home a Czech, Belgian or American one might be is quite amusing. It is what I started my drinking career with back in the eighties.