Em and Jon’s Wedding

I did more laundry while Jon fiddled on the laptop, we packed up the Mustang and headed for Vegas. We drove one stint each, including a stop at the biggest buffet in the world (see the flog for details!) and a little more retail therapy in Kingman. How about a pair of Levi’s for 6 quid?

We arrived in Las Vegas as the sun was setting and it was lit up like one enormous Christmas tree, decorated by children. Our hotel, the MGM Grand, on the strip, was one gigantic, ornate shrine to excess, decadence  and greed, and it was fab!

Our suite was probably the size of the first floor of our house. It had a massive bathroom (about 3 times the size of ours) including a whirlpool corner bath big enough for two, two vanity sinks, and Jon counted six different light-switches in the bathroom alone. There were luxurious robes and slippers too! The main room had the most gigantic, comfy bed you’ve ever seen, as well as a sitting room area with a desk and chairs as well as sofa and occasional tables.

We felt dead posh, don’t y’know, don’t y’know.