So after a harsh introduction to my roomie for the next 4 days, I was understandably keen to get as far away from him as was possible. Unfortunate then that we had to share a room. He snored like you wouldn't believe, keeping me awake for most of the night each night.
However, there was a slight turn up for the books when he came in to the room at around 4am one morning, looking slightly worse for the wear. As he had just woken me up by slamming the door, I decided to keep an eye open in case he tried to touch me. He sat on the end of his bed and bent down to take his shoes off. He gave up on this quite quickly and fell backwards, feet still on the floor at the foot of the bed, and passed out almost instantaneously. Exactly an hour later his phone went off. He stood up and tried to send a text message. He lost his balance and tumbled straight into the wall, smacking his head first on the wall then on the floor. I somehow managed to stifle my laughter at his stupidity. In the morning he said to me "Did you hear me fall over in the night?". I smirked and said "Yeah, I seem to recall you falling over in spectacular fashion". What a tit.
So the rest of the holiday involved a fair bit of sightseeing. We visited the other hotels/casinos and soaked up the tackiness that was on offer. We saw David Copperfield perform some ridiculous tricks that still have me baffled. We went to the Grand Canyon and got lost, ending up all alone at the bottom of the Canyon. We eventually found the right way and saw it properly. We tried our hands at blackjack and ended up losing. We stuck to video poker after this, which proved a lot more successful.
Then we came home and I experienced the worst jet lag I've ever had.
