Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Fremont Street Experience PM

It is 10 pm in downtown Las Vegas.  Cacophonous vibrations course through my veins the minute I step out of the casino.  The core of my heart is hit with a blast of sound waves.  My eyes are blinded by the kaleidoscopic blues, reds and yellows above, below and all around.  I am inside an hallucination that sends me into near panic.  People are shoving, laughing, drinking, dancing in an endless parade of debauchery, both innocent and sinister.
The Fremont Street Experience is a five-block pedestrian mall in downtown Las Vegas.  It is covered by a barrel vaulted canopy with a zip-line.  This is the poor people's strip.  Here, the entertainment is free and plentiful and goes on until the wee hours of the morning.  Musicians, scantily-clad dancers and street performers will beguile you with talent, hoping one of you is a scout in need of a good act.  Superman walks back and forth, eager and willing to be photographed for a $10 fee.

My hotel room at the Golden Nugget overlooks this pandemonium, and I must insert ear plugs to get to sleep.  Though fourteen stories up, the low throbbing bass of massive speakers, penetrates the walls.  I pop a Tylenol.  An hour later, I pop another.

Welcome to Las Vegas.

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