Sprinkles are for winners . . .
but apparently not for cupcakes.
It was supposed to get up to 98 degrees today, (it made 95) and since our AC’s had trouble with the 93 degrees yesterday, I dragged my roll of Reflectix out of the back of the truck and put it up on the inside of the windshield.
We’re facing due west, and even with our magnetic shades up on the outside, the windshield is too hot to touch on the inside. So I was hoping the Reflectix quilted aluminum insulation would help,and it did.
About 5:15 Jan and I headed out for our evening’s events. First up was another visit to In N Out Burger. Don’t know if it was because we went to a different one than the other day, or maybe the young lady taking our order was new, but as my order delved in the realms of the Secret Menus, her eyes started to glaze over. And as it turned out, although our burgers were very tasty, they weren’t what we ordered. In fact, it seemed that she had kind of intermixed our burgers contents. But they were still good.
Finishing up, a little before 7, we drove across the street so Jan could get her hair cut at Supercuts. But, despite the fact it was t0 minutes before 7pm,and the sign on the door said that if you get in the door before closing time, they will take you, they wouldn’t take her. Bummer!
With her hair still intact, (mine not so much), we drove back over to the Strip and the High Roller Observation Wheel. Not for another ride, but because Jan wanted to check out the Sprinkle’s Cupcake store there in their shopping area.
We got six cupcakes, two Lemon Coconut, two Red Velvet, one Pumpkin, and a Cinnamon Sugar, eating two there and taking the other four home. All I can say is that Sprinkles may be for winners, but Sprinkles does not come close to the cupcakes from the Irish Rose Tea Shop in Old Cottonwood, AZ.
My Cinnamon Sugar one was tough and chewy, and Jan said her Pumpkin wasn’t much better. So we don’t have high hopes for the remaining ones.
Next up was a visit to Fremont Street to view the ‘Fremont Experience” show on the big overhead screen. But our “Fremont Experience” turned out to be not much of one.
When we walked across the street to main part, we found it all blocked off, with people lined up to get in.
Turns out the 1st Friday of the month, they have live bands playing on four stages along the street, and everyone has to go through security to get in, even thought it doesn’t cost anything.
Well, since Jan didn’t have her I.D. with her, (she never carries a purse unless she knows she will need it.), and I didn’t meet some of the other rules, we were locked out. But since we were there we decided to stay until the 9pm show on the overhead screen, which was a Bon Jovi tribute.
We did check out the new Zip line attraction while we were there. Jan rode the old one a few years back, but we knew they were adding a bigger, better one.
The lower opening is where Jan jumped off from. It’s 68 feet high, and you travel 2 blocks at about 35mph.
The upper opening is the new one. It’s 108 feet high, and you travel about 4 blocks at about 45mph. A big difference.The other thing about the new one is that you’re laying in the harness, not sitting in it, so you kind of fly like Superman.
If you look carefully in this next photo you can see both types silhouetted against the screen.
After looking around a bit we were heading back to the truck. when we encountered what I can only assume is Las Vegas’ version, (or maybe just Fremont Street’s version) of the Naked Cowboy.
Most of you have probably heard of the Naked Cowboy who stands around Time Square in New York City, wearing only his hat, boots, tighty-whitey’s and his guitar, even in the snow.
Meeting him was on Jan’s bucket list, and she got to cross him off, (and feel him up from the looks of it) when we visited New York in 2009.
If you’re squeamish, don’t go any further.
Remember, what has been seen, can not be unseen.
You have been warned. I don’t want to hear any complaints.
So this is what we saw on Fremont Street. Note the wide berth everyone is giving him.
He seems to be wearing a ‘small’ teddy bear over his private parts. At least I hope it’s a teddy bear. I really didn’t want to look too closely. And you can thank me for not posting the front view photo.
Now, aren’t you sorry you stayed.
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Thought for the Day:
“If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant’s life, she will choose to save the infant’s life without even considering if there are men on base.” – Dave Barry
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