Today is the day for the Fremont Street Expirience . . . A.K.A the freak show. So the day started with a hearty breakfast at the igloo when we realized that we have a fuck ton of food in the igloo to eat . . . So today is the day to gain weight. Breakfast consisted of Jimmy Dean sausage biscuits, chips and followed up with ice cream cones. So currently we have the following food items left from the hungry shopping trip back on day one: one box of Cheerios, hot dogs with buns, four ice cream cones, one six pack of bagels, two dozen cookies, candy bars, one bag of Cheetos, two packs of sliced cheddar cheese, two boxes of crackers, one quarter of a pack of lunch meat ham, one half a pack of lunch meat turkey, one bag of goldfish crackers, six diet cokes, four diet Dr. Peppers, one jar of peanut butter, and one jar of jelly . . . What the fuck were we thinking getting so much food . . . Lesson . . . Never shop when you're hungry.
So after our breakfast feast we slowly got ready to go to the Venetian to pick up show tickets. We ubered there and began our first hike of the day. My wife's sister was amazed by the details and architecture of the Venetian. With tickets in hand it was now time to uber to fremont street. We went to the main hotel pick up / drop off area only to find out that uber is only allowed to pick up on the third floor of the garage . . . Son Of A Bitch . . . We had to hike all the way to the back of the casino to the garage . . . Damn we are cursed with forced excercise! We finally arrived at the uber pick up and were whisked away to the freakshow . . . I mean Fremont street.
We arrived at Fremont Street and began at one end on the south side of the street and began our adventure by what else . . . Shopping for souvenirs. one shop . . . Two shops . . . Three shops . . . Four . . . Holy shit man I can't take no more! Most of the shopping trip I spent outside taking in the parade of freaky people and street performers. There were many thong wearing young girls where you can pose with and have your picture taken. This is something you see when in vegas . . . The thing you don't see is a father having his 12 year old son have his picture taken with these ladies of the night . . . Where is the mom . . . I know she wouldn't let her baby ogle the bare asses up so close . . . But dad did WTF. As if this wasn't bad enough the other street performers consisted of a fat guy in a pink bikini wearing bunny ears, a naked guy wearing a tiny banana hammock with a sign about making American Naked Again, a fat bearded guy dressed up like Marilyn Monroe and if that wasn't bad enough the wife's sister was approached by a shirtless peach of a guy claiming to be a white supremacist veteran and was very proud . . . And did I mention he was drunk . . . Oh yeah he was hammered. We soldier on to the west end of Fremont Street and stopped at one of the stages and watched a large group of people doing the cha cha slide . . . I have to admit it was pretty cool. We took a break in a Starbucks for some seated people watching and noticed that there were alot of people with multiple children in tow . . . Who would think when " i want to take my family on a nice family vacation . . . I know I'll take them to the adult playground known as Sin City" . . . Seriously WTF. Hell I'd be worried I would lose one in the crowd. We even saw a toddler about 50 feet away from its parents pushing its stroller and the parents completely oblivious to the fact that their baby was wandering off . . . Holy Shit Batman. We finished our Fremont Street Expirience and was now time to uber back to the igloo. With souvenirs in hand and memories of the freaks in our heads that will last s lifetime it was off to the igloo . . . To eat . . . And eat we did.
Our five star dinner consisted of hot dogs (with cheese), Doritos, Cheetos, Soda and topped of with ice cream cones . . . More food now gone. It was time for bed to dream of the horrors that we had seen tonight on our Fremont Street Adventure. Stay tuned for our final day in Sin City . . .
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