Preface

It's Friday October 7^th 2005. It has been thirty weeks and six days, depending on where in the world you live, since my girlfriend, Vikki Thompson, departed Tullamarine Airport in Melbourne Australia on the first leg of the 'Multitude of Sins' tour of Britain and Europe.

Easter in London was meant to be the last time that both families, mine and Vikki's, would see Vikki and the band before we flew back to Australia at the end of our all too brief Easter break. However a lot happened to change that. Like the title of that Clint Eastwood 'spaghetti western' it was very much a case of the good, the bad and the ugly.

As for what's happening now it's still hard to believe I'm staying at the Bellagio Hotel And Casino on the main strip in Las Vegas. I'm in one of the luxurious Bellagio Suites on the thirty second floor with an incredible view of the mountains.

This is luxury with a capital 'L'. 1,020 square feet of it. It has a king sized bed (with canopy and reading lights), exquisite furniture. Solid-brass-frame mirrors. The master bedroom has two bathrooms: one with a luxurious spa tub and the other with a steam shower and a bench. The living and dining room has a couch; two chairs and coffee table; a two-chair dining set; and entertainment center with stereo CD player and a 27" TV. And there are, of course, all the other accoutrements that go with rooms at these sort of resorts. You know the deal. Cable/satellite TV, pay movies, air conditioning, etc, etc.

How did I get here? Why am I in one of the most luxurious suites of one of the strips finest hotel/casinos? What am I going to be doing now that I'm here?

To answer those questions I'm going to have to take you all the way back the night of Friday March 4^th the night that Sarah Pendleberry, Sandy Morgan, William McKinnon and I began our assault on the 'Fosters League' tenpin bowling team championship.

The journey to this suite at a luxurious Las Vegas resort began then and while for the most part that journey has been smooth there have been some bumps in the road.

Now for the story which for the purposes of telling this tale run in weeks that begin on a Friday and end on a Thursday. Why start on a Friday? Because each round of bowling begins on a Friday night.

Now for those not familiar with the story 'Nine Memorable Days' that leads up to this sequel, (I suggest you read it), my name is Justin Robertson and this part of my life began when...