For Mike's birthday, our little group packed a car and drove to Vegas with the promise that we would not visit the oh-so-popular Strip for most reasons involving impoverished wallets and an overall distaste for the popular. With such strict ruling, we were left to Las Vegas' grungy Fremont Street experience.
On Fremont St, you see all the classic electric signage that you see in Vegas movies and commercials. This is the land of overstuffed capri pants, one-toothed wonders and $8.99 prime rib. We managed to experience some of the quintessential ridiculous treats like deep fried twinkies. Mmm tasty.
This is not a place of disappointment, but more or less, acceptance. The people here were friendly and asked no questions except those pertaining to alcohol. I have to admit that I am not one to really describe Las Vegas as a vacation destination, but my good times would prove that Fremont St. is definitely a good place to get away from the mainstream.
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