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Last night Mom and pick-up Sarah from the airport.
Surprisingly she has never been to Fremont Street, so on the way home we thought we would give her the full on Saturday night experience.

We were all hungry so we took a quick turn into the McDonald's right off the Strip. 

It is this one here.. Retro.. but it was dark out and far more sketchy.

First thing we note... one register open.  

We stand in the line, rather than be irritated, we realize it's entertainment to wait in this line!

A tall white unkempt woman and a mousy, maybe Mexican immigrant guy were in line ahead of us.

We assume it was a date. A sad, he is going to pay for this one way or the other kind of date.

She tried showing her bilingual skills to the poor schmuck mopping the floor.  "Buenos Dias!" The mop kept moving and the greeting went ignored..  White woman was creepy, best to keep to the task at hand.. either that or not everyone wielding a mop knows Spanish.. Just saying.

In perfect Tweeker English she asks the lone guy behind the counter if the cookies in the display are baked or fried?  Got to appear health conscious in front of your Date/John... who was just standing there with a look of terror in his eyes.

Finally it was our turn, as I am waiting for the order, Some European tourist is trying to explain to the manager that he lost his hamburger..  Heavy accent and making no sense, the manager gives him a phone number and walks away..

We will get right on that case of the missing hamburger.

Our order was not Delicious.

Fries were burnt and cold. Bun was heating light abused and they claimed to out of napkins and had one to spare between the three of us.

Other things witnessed at that Micky D's.

A Milli Vanilli wanna be.

Except ours was dirty and had a bad case of I am stuck in the 90's

His woman with the weave that could hide Bella.

A toothless guy gumming his way through a cheese burger,

And some clean cut looking guy. That had a Bulldog in the restaurant.. feeding him fries.

We burped, wiped our hands on our jeans and took off.

Fremont Street awaits! 

It was chilly out.. Lucky for Mom Sarah remembered to bring her cape that Topher bought her in San Antonio!

Did I say cape?

What I meant to say was...

Angry Birds blankie!

Even with all the commotion and characters hanging out on Fremont. Mom managed to turn heads..

These birds were indeed angry.

I asked Sarah. "Remember when we were teenagers and Mom would embarrass us?"

If we only knew then what the future would bring!

Our touristy time was quick.. a fast tour of the Drag Queen bar and bowling .. Heart Attack Grill,  Bon jovi on the giant LED screen, and a whorish Miss Piggy.  Amazing what you can see in under a hour there.

It was the middle of the night for Big Sister so we sent her to bed.

Flamingo Bed!

This morning Mom and Sarah left for Reno.. Her time with me was brief,  but long enough to confirm...