Day 9 - Metro-Goldwyn Mayer

After last night's 5:30am finish we had a lie in until around 10 which is far too late for breakfast. Instead we took Spencer's advice and headed to Fatburger for some lunch.


The guy who runs Fatburger also doubles up as Mario on weekends it seems and Mark had no idea what he was saying apart from that the Princess was in trouble and something about Bowser. It's worth mentioning though, that if Spencer recommends a burger joint, you'd better listen to him (7.5/10). We had the medium sized burger which was a mere 8oz, the largest being the FBS which weighs in at 24oz!

Suitably fed and watered we headed to one of Vega's many malls. Mark continued on from his previous shopping trip and purchased more shoes bringing his total to 3 pairs. He may have to wear them as gloves to get them all back home.


We saw a vagrant roadrunner which must have had image rights as it wouldn't let us take his picture. However upon looking on Google at what a roadrunner looks like, the one we saw, may also have been in disguise. If it wasn't for the 10ton weight above it and a rocket powered coyote we'd have admitted that it wasn't a roadrunner at all and just some stupid pigeon.

All shopped out, we decided to go to our sponsored casino of the day, The MGM Grand. Once inside we marvelled at the immense gambling floor and the tacky animatronic themed restaurant. Whilst the 30 foot lions outside are impressive the real ones on the gambling floor took the biscuit.


While in the MGM we hit the roulette tables, Mark who always bets on the same numbers sat it out initially but after seeing his numbers come in 7 out of 11 times (which would have given him approx £100), decided to join in. Of course his numbers didn't come in again at all until the time after he run out of money when on the very next spin his number came up again. Martin however turned in a small profit so with the free drinks, he left a happy man despite the Morgan-Freeman-esque croupier giving him some strange looks.


For an evening meal we decided to have a wander off the strip and somehow managed to end up in Hooters, we'd come a long way from the Rat Pack of New York New York to the Rack Pack of Hooters. Mark had the chicken burger (4/10) while Martin tucked into a healthy portion of shrimp.

Achievement: Broke the Law (jaywalking)

Once satisfied we got changed and his the club Studio 54 back in the MGM. Martin made the error of ordering two Vodka Redbulls which cost a hefty £28 (£20!), needless to say, we didn't get that drunk. The club was pretty good, much better than the previous nights. We have noticed however, that to make it as a DJ these days, you just need an Apple Mac, download a load of pre-mixed mashups and press play in iTunes.

Walking down the strip at night can be interesting. For a very clean city it can be a little dirty with the constant propositions for drugs, sex, strip shows, etc. Our favourite was the free limo to the free strip show which costs $140, we're not sure where the 'free' comes in to that!