Leaving Las Vegas
Me and the missus were attending my sister-in-law's surprisingly tasteful wedding in Las Vegas. We lost a fair bit of cash on the tables, as you do, but that wasn't the real financial killer of the weekend.
On our last night staying at the Mirage hotel I went to bed early (for those of you who haven't been to Vegas, they ply those who gamble at the tables with free drinks all night and I had my fair share so I decided to call it a night).

My wife however had other plans. Not only did she lose a shitload of cash on the roulette wheel, she then preceded to get rat-arsed and so subsequently she forgot which room she was in. Instead of doing the sensible,sober thing and show some I.D to the staff and ask for her room number she instead purchased a new room for the kingly sum of $400.

Unfortunately the financial mishaps don't end there. Needless to say I was pissed off when I found out in the morning, but hey it's Vegas. I was prepared to lose some money. After we checked out we decided to drive to the Nevada desert for shits n' giggles. It was pretty cool, I must say. Nothing around for miles and miles. It was then that all the booze I drank the night before wanted to say hello to me again. I crouched behind a cactus to take a shit and my wallet must have dropped out of my back pocket as I did my jeans up.

Didn't realize it was gone until we were at the airport. Had to drive all the way back to the friggin' desert to find it again and we missed our arsing flight.

Of course the wife blamed me for everything :D
( dirtyscarab intends to live forever. So far, so good..., Thu 13 May 2010, 19:43, 2 replies)

You're a married man
so it's ALWAYS yout fault.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 13 May 2010, 21:36, closed)

Woaw there!
I might be a sceptic here but, a) your wife was even more stupid than my ex - ie tricky, or b) she was getting a large seeing to!

'Couldn't find our room' my arse!
(Suck it and Sea, Fri 14 May 2010, 9:16, closed)