Las Vegas, or Sin City as it is affectionately know, is the birthplace of the walk of shame.
I think Elvis Presley said it best when he crooned: ‘Bright lights city gonna set my soul, gonna set my soul on fire’…
I would be setting my own pants on fire if I said that my experience of visiting Las Vegas was anything but shameful lost holiday.
I’m pretty sure I had a fantastic time between drinks. What happened in Vegas certainly stayed in Vegas, along with most of my memories of my three-day visit.
Our* three days there consisted of an upgrade to the MGM Grand Presidential Suite (the only upgrade I’ve ever scored in my whole life!), a small win in the casino, drinks by the pool before 11am, meeting random new American friends, hazy memories of singing Mustang Sally at Karaoke, and some random guy calling and telling me the boyf was in the lock up.