After we said Goodbye to the Sahara, we took a cab up to Fremont Street, passing by the Pawn Stars pawn shop on the way. We considered, for a moment, stopping there, but the line-up was incredible, just to get inside. So our cabbie continued on, pointing out the scuzziest bars and "girlie shows" as we went. He almost seemed sad that we didn't care to stop at some of them. He tried to tell us about one, where they supplied you with a bottle of Windex and some cleaning cloths. I think the look of horror on my my face made him stop talking. I'm no prude, but that was something I didn't want to hear further about. Although...in hindsight, I wonder now if it was for cleaning tables, or women....or both.
If you have gone to Las vegas, and have never made it to Fremont Street, you have done yourself a great disservice. It's kitchey, old-schoolish, neon engulfed, glittery fun. Cheap drinks...I mean, seriously .99 Margarita's and $1.00 beer? In Vegas? You can find them in Fremont Street!
They even still have a few slot machines that spit out actual money. In "Mermaids" Steven won $40.00 and decided to cash out, to his suprise, and my great amusement, the machine proceeded to drop out $40.00 worth of nickles. It was worth the trip just to watch him frantically trying to scoop his bounty into the plastic bins they provide.
You can get a free photo taken of yourself with One Million Dollars in Binions, and it wasn't the cruddy Polaroid picture I expected, but a professional 8x10. No catch, totally free. What a fun souvineer. Showgirls garland your neck with beads and everyone is walking around, happy and silly. If you're going to go to Fremont, you have to play the Tourist Game. We had a blast!
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