Just a few days in Las Vegas brought about a miraculous transformation in my mother. For several weeks before our trip, her main activity had been fretting about what to bring.
“Shall I take a brolly?” she’d asked. I explained the temperature in May should be a balmy 40 degrees. She wasn’t convinced. “How about a mac then?”
Now, after just 48 hours in Vegas, she seemed an entirely different person. She got up from her sun lounger and said: ‘Right, I’m off to gamble and to have a gin and tonic. Can I borrow a hundred dollars?’
It was 10.30am. My 68-year old mother rarely drank and her total gambling experience had been the penny-in-the-slots at the seaside as a child. What had I started? Continue reading Loving Las Vegas: painting Sin City red with a 68 year old