Happy 340th to the Royal Marines
Back from a weekend in Vegas, no matter how easy a weekend one has, it always leaves you feeling knackered. Saturday night in the Luxor, the lounge was invaded by British Royal Marines in full dress uniform, medals and all. My Dad commented to one that he was surely having no trouble scoring with the ladies in the uniform but the answer was no: instead, he had been asked to park cars, fetch drinks and been generally treated like a hotel employee! Typical of Vegas, I guess, low-class idiots abound. I wonder how many US marines in uniform would have been treated like a valet….
Saw the highest priced gas ever during the trip, $3.19 a gallon for premium.