what happens in vegas...

Vegas: yes it pretty much is what you see in the movies.

This is a town where its normal to drink on the street out of big ass yard glasses and have tiny mexican women flick business cards in your face in order to entice you to see "nudes nudes nudes", such wholesome family vibes.
But I shall be returning!

We stayed in the MGM Signature which was by far the most swanky hotel i've ever set foot in. Vegas does not disappoint, the toilet had a television. But then i would expect nothing less from America.

Of course we did the obligatory gambling, with the brother standing in the corner away from the table because he was only 17 at the time. He turned 18 while we were in New York. How harsh of us to take him to a country where the legal age is 21. good times.

 Our winnings! Mum turned out to be a roulette champion!

 The adorable lions in the MGM Grand.
They were non-plussed by the cowboy convention going on outside their home.

 Gondola rides inside the Ventian/Palazzo casinos.

Mum and I got very lost in these two casinos, they are very big and the inside

 looks like the outside, thats how they get ya! You could go insane in Vegas 

 Clearly loving life, one too many wines...

 Because one queen is never enough. 

This is old Las Vegas, its called Fremont Street and I can easily imagine 

Frank Sinatra and the rat pack struttin' their stuff down here.

And then we found these hilarious chairs. 

While in Vegas we took a trip over to see the fabled Grand Canyon and Hoover Dam.

We had opted for a fly over of the Grand Canyon in a tiny little plane, which delivered some amazing views but you can see the fear in the brother's eyes that it was a rather hair raising experience.

 On the day it was extremely turbulent and James is not the biggest fan of flying even in the best weather. We can all laugh about it now, well i was laughing at the time, but at one point he bit his lip so hard it started bleeding and I turned about to see him bleeding from what looked like his gums. It was intense. Now I call him Bloody Gums McGee.

But the views were amazing, its a pretty big hole in the ground!

                      

                   

 Hoover Dam

 Damn its big!

(pun intended)

 Fun Fact: Hoover Dam is not actually named after J. Edgar Hoover its a different Hoover. 

Who knew?

So there it is, Vegas
it really is something else.