Pawn Stars. This is a tiny looking building in the middle of chaos. And in front, a long line of admirers, actually waiting in the 100 degree heat to go inside and catch a peek. Um, didn't they see the sign that said "Open 24 hours" ??? Why not come back when no one is there?
Anyhoo, we drove past a few times and decided jointly that waiting in line to get into a shop that sells used crap was a bust. So instead we headed over to another television favorite, Counts Kustoms.
They weren't that far away from each other so if you see one, you may as well see the other. Counts Kustoms is located in a tiny little industrial park with minimal parking with GRUMPY (notice all caps) neighbors. Some of the custom rides were out front. The totally cool Volkswagen Bus was a particular favorite of mine. We would have gotten more photos but the jackass in the glass shop came out and was screaming at us. Boy did he lose a sale. You know, if I'm ever in Vegas and need a piece of automobile glass, he is SO NOT getting my business.
Rick's Restorations. I've spent some time watching this show with my peeps so I know there's cool stuff there. Oh you have no idea. There IS. But you can't really see any unless you want to take a $50.00 tour of the place. What the hell? It's not enough that they have a million t-shirts (no, I didn't get you one) for sale along with mugs, stickers, magnets, etc. No, they have to RUIN history by charging us. It's not like they charge you to get into the Oval office (oh wait....). There was some pretty cool stuff in one room, but everything had these signs that said "Do NOT touch." Geez. Buzz Kills. It made me want to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and go to TOWN on this stuff. Smear. Smish. Smear. Take that, Rick!!!!
|Lola's - YUMMMY|
If you go to Lola's, head to the bathroom. Really. In the hallway there's a huge map of the United States and a tribute to 9/11. There are map pins so people from all over the United States can put a pin in and show were they are from. It's kind of cool. I put a pin in for Lowell, Oregon since that's technically my hometown.
We ended up heading to the liquor store and then rushing to get the rental car back to the airport. We were going to take the South Point's shuttle back to the casino. Of course we were cutting it close so we told our shuttle driver from the rental car place we were on a tight timeframe. He told us that wasn't a problem and he'd get us there in 5 minutes. Yeah right. I don't know his name, but he was all tattooed up and said he used to own a few gyms until he met his girlfriend there and got her pregnant. Apparently she forbid him from going back to that type of work since she was worried he'd meet someone new there. Kind of funny to see such a macho man all whipped up like a ...oh never mind. He was a good driver, even drove through a red light in his zest to make sure we were there on time. We made it with minutes to spare and as we jumped off the bus and hoofed it toward the terminal we heard someone yelling, "Ladies! Ladies!" Lou turned around and noticed it was our driver, pointing the other direction! We turned around and still ended up getting to the shuttle with at least a minute to spare.
I'm always amazed when people are kind, as I expect the very worst after living in the big city of Portland. I'm happy to report most the people we met in Vegas were perfectly wonderful. In fact, many went out of their way to help us and make sure we were having fun and going to the right places. Maybe that's one of the reasons we make the yearly pilgrimage...Vegas is a nightmare but the sights and people are pretty darn awesome.