The Vegas.

Everything you hear about Vegas is true. Zoo-size buffets, an army of guys shoving stripper/call girl cards in your hands, fat middle-aged women sitting with their bucket of pennies stuffing them into the slots.

But what great fun! Elizabeth spent the entire time saying "I love Vegas", apart from when we were sipping Mojitos at half 11 in the morning or playing our own unique Blackjack strategy.

I would thoroughly recommend the value-for-money $15 Tropicana buffet, as long as you enjoy looking around the sea of caps on middle-aged men's heads and women with missing teeth (NASCAR was in town). ESPN Zone (in NY-NY) is amazing - we watched the Arsenal v Roma game in our own touch-screen booth while munching HUGE mountains of meat. The Bellagio Fountains and Mirage Volcano are great spectacles (the different musical arrangements of the Fountains mean you can stand for an hour enjoying the view). Paris and New York-New York are fun casinos with typically Vegas exteriors.

Our most 'Vegas' night was thanks to our friend Raj, who is living in Vegas at the moment. He treated us to a lovely meal in the Italian restaurant in NY-NY - two bottles of Chianti later, we visit the Coyote Ugly bar, which is just like the film apparently.

Attractive yet mouthy young ladies insult the men and pour shots into the women's mouths, as long as they're prepared to get up on the bar and dance. A certain Ms Fisher was invited up to dance, although no photographic proof exists of her freestyling - anyone who has witnessed Elizabeth's rhythmic skills knows this was a must-see event.

We then staggered back to the infamous Hooter's Casino Hotel - Liz crept up to bed, while several sheets to the wind I bluffed hands on poker and played the naive beginner - doubling my money while Raj chatted up the two buxom blondes in our game (not Hooters girls unfortunately). Unfortunately I lost some of it on Blackjack but Raj cleaned up - and we dragged our tired bodies to bed, unaware that it was half 6 in the morning.

I have no idea whether Raj made it to his 3pm meeting or whether he called the buxom blondes - maybe you could leave a comment here mate?