First things first...I must have a bag with a shoulder strap. Wussy old lady has tendonitis in her wrists and can't carry the adorable plaid bag
Shall we get the one with the lips? I would love to see GutterMonkey carting this around!
Gerald refuses to get into the lip bag, so instead I get him a really really expensive souvenir of his trip to Vegas.
Now at the Fremont Street Experience...Gerald loves the sparkly things (they were moving and very cool).
Gerald meets his new love
Gerald loves the sparkly hat.
I'm thinking something uncomplimentary about Gerald...
Gerald really wanted a tattoo. He couldn't decide between the skull dagger and the dragon dagger. He was very sad when the tattoo lady told him she couldn't tattoo iron.
It's off to see what Fremont Street has to offer...
Gerald always looks both ways before crossing the street. Serious schmear caused by guy behind me trying to shove me into the path of a car. Okay, maybe he was trying to get me out of the path of the car. It was hard to tell.
Gerald grooves to the sax of Carl "Safe Sax" Ferris, a Fremont Street regular performer. Safe Sax puts down his sax and poses for a picture with Gerald. (If you don't believe me about his name, check out the sign behind them)
A little farther down, Gerald stops to dance to another band.
Gerald loved the pretty Fitz's sign.
Gerald really wanted to go in here. I was less than interested. (For those who don't know, The Girls of Glitter Gulch was formerly known as the Topless Girls of Glitter Gulch, and it's a "Gentlemen's Club.")
And just a final word for the evening, here's Gerald's personal sign...
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