Ah – the USA lived up to its usual high standards, and my credit card has almost recovered from the complete battering I gave it last week. When the temperature reaches 50 degrees (123 degrees in old money – so yes, hot enough to melt your flipflops to the tarmac), what's a girl to do, but shop?
Or of course, gamble…. found a particularly compelling slot machine ('Reeeeeeeeel Millions!!!!') ching ching ching, that gobbled a fair few bucks, as well as trying Hawksey's supposedly 'lucky' numbers on the roulette table – lucky my arse! Amazing how fast several rounds of $10 minimum bets can go up in smoke.. or was that just the scent of Janine's fag in the air. Still allowed to smoke indoors in the casinos, she was pig in shit. Took solace and refuge from Roulette losses on the Blackjack table – I swear the dealer had Aces and Face cards up his sleeve…. thank god I managed to nobble the casino bunny girls (why are there no bunny boys??) for several free Myers Rum and Cokes to take the sting out of it all…
Drove 1200 miles in 8 days, Janine giving it large behind the wheel of our inevitable red Mustang, through Arizona, Utah and Nevada. Had a massage from an ex-Mormon preacher – one of 12 kids, wife the same – good job they have endless cactus-ridden plains for family barbecues! Saw the Australian BeeGees amid a sea of redneck potato farmers, 'ah married ma cousins' and blubber bellies… what a genetic pool they were. Went shooting big guns again in Vegas – Beretta CX5 this time – bang, bangedy, bang – god its cathartic. And managed not to eject any cartridges onto my bare toes this time – thought I'd shot myself in the foot last year, most girly and uncool!
Flew out First on BA and back in Club – although am in danger of dropping from Gold card to Blue soon – shock horror!!! Any offers for facilitation a very long way away, gratefully received… Very nice savoury canapes and even I was – pathetically – drawn to the top-hole champers in first, Bolly daaaaaaahling!
And only two weeks till the next hols – off to a Nielson (multi-activity, sailing-based) holiday in Greece with Hawksey and – blimey! – his little girl, Zoe. Quite a change in lifestyle for me so am planning earplug packing to drown out the screams of other people's children by the pool – or maybe they'll be my own….. Then a few days in (hopefully sunny) Donegal with the hockey birds, surfing and talking bollocks over copious amounts of alcohol, to recover….
Off out tonight with various of said birds for dinner – will eat anything but Caesar Salad – have had three in 3 days and enough is enough! This dieting lark is tricky when pus only serve one salad and it comes covered in whale spunk…
Happy weekends, gorgeous peeps
Scotty x
PS Next Prof visit is next Fri for any avid drug-watchers, check back in then for the lastest in the
Myeloma Thriller Rollercoaster Ride x
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Great entry!! I wish I had your knack for coining a phrase, shouldn’t be me thats writing a book, should be you!!
Photos look great too, see you soon xx