On the eve of our wedding we had another mini Stag-do & Hen-do in different Parts of Las Vegas.
We'd already had them back in Blighty a few weeks beforehand but it seemed like a good idea to have another one the night before the wedding. My best man, another mate and myself went to the 'World famous' Palomino's strip club to see how they compared to British ones and lo it was good. Sensibly, and somewhat uncharactaristically, my best man made sure we were all back at the hotel safely for around 1am.

Not so the soon-to-be Mrs Airman Gabber and her friends. They ended up in some famous bar or other, drinking Bowls of cocktails and scamming champagne off randoms until some ungodly hour. When they were finally thrown out of the club they found themselves at the back of a very long Taxi queue. One of the girls was down for the count, slumped on a bench, the other 2 were being raucus in the traditional English style.

It seems that the Yanks don't appreciate pissed up Brits making a scene and before long someone had called the Police on them.

If they weren't so completely wasted it may have been a sobering experience to find themselves being manhandled by some burly American cops sporting side-arms. As they were being dragged away my wife was fearing the worst, a sobering night in the cells on the eve of her wedding.

They found themselves at the front of the Taxi queue.

"Take them back to their hotel and don't stop anywhere on the way." One of the cops ordered the somewhat reluctant looking driver.

Result!

The next day the wife to be had to spend 4 hours horribly horribly hungover getting her hair, nails and make-up done. That'll teach the lush*.


* It didn't teach the lush.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Fri 27 Jan 2012, 11:41, Reply)