I love Vegas. I love the lights, the action, the fact that as soon as you step off the plane you skin begins to feel like a lizard. Now while the strip has its charm, like being able to walk, or more likely uber, from New York to Paris to Venice, the real magic happens in and around Freemont Street in Downtown Las Vegas. As soon as the sun goes down, the area takes on a life of its own, the likes of which you have most likely never seen before, nor will you ever see again.
People all dressed up for a night out on Freemont Street.
This was the only time I gambled in downtown. I walked down an abandoned street to get this picture. Walking back I saw a mysterious figure in the shadows. Passing by, my fears were diminished as I saw it was just some guy taking a dump in the alley.
The Western Hotel once again. Heads everywhere and a chest scrawled into the glass.
Elvis out for a walk. One of several out and about on Friday night.
Speaking of celebs, one of the two KISS bands downtown. Moon boots and a thong, a perfect look.
Sold Out…and a sign from election night.
This picture is a visual smorgasbord encompassing all that is downtown. Of course, the highlight for me is the woman fondling the big balls.
And in closing, a short video of a giant flame throwing preying mantis playing Huey Lewis which greets you at Container Park. Of course it does.