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As you already know, my uncle and aunt have been here in Las Vegas taking in some rest and relaxation for a couple of days. They were staying on the Strip so I took them to Fremont Street on Friday night. They hadn’t been there for a few years so it was time for an updated experience.

You probably already suspected this, but I come from a dandy line of women alcoholics. Family gossip continued with my uncle as we shared stories about my grandmother. Grandma pretty much drank off and on and smoked off and on until the day she died. She was a real Mr. Hyde when she drank, but sober she was the sweetest thing alive.

My uncle spoke of the story Grandma would tell of why she started drinking in the first place. She was having a hard time keeping up with being a dutiful wife and mother. She’d get pretty stressed out. Her neighbor, Eva Kutcher, told her to take a little nip now and then and have a smoke. Well, Grandma took a real liking to the cure for her stress. Grandma always blamed Eva. “If it weren’t for that damn Eva Kutcher,” she’d say.

We walked along Fremont Street, continuing the family stories as we could. There were a couple of tribute bands playing. I saw the end of the Janis Joplin tribute band. Nice hair on that girl, done up in Janis style with feathers. Her singing was pretty good. I didn’t catch much of it, though, as we had a lot to see.

There is a bit of a tradition with a group of us girls and Fremont Street. If you are a tourist and you haven’t had a deep fried Oreo, then you are considered a virgin and this must be remedied immediately. My Aunt Peggy had never had a deep fried Oreo, so I marched her right over to Mermaids to take care of that.

I thought it would be cool to video the whole experience. Mermaids is known as a fairly skanky place. You walk in and see the clientele isn’t exactly what you’d want to be seen with in court, then as you get closer and closer to the deep fried Oreo counter your eyes begin to burn from the grease in the air. Usually, by the time you get to the counter you’ve seen at least one person spit on the floor. There is trash everywhere and you really don’t want to touch anything. This is a real and grueling initiation.

First of all, I didn’t have a choice but to walk by a waitress with my video going. I knew what was coming. Yep, she stopped me. I had to shut the camera off. Damn Eva Kutcher.

Then I noticed the air was almost clean in there. What the hell happened?? My eyes were not burning. I could very easily see across the room. It didn’t even stink in there! To make matters worse, the people looked sort of, I dunno, decent! That damn Eva Kutcher!

Inspite of the new improvements in Mermaids Casino, we got to the counter and there wasn’t a line so we stepped right up. I ordered Aunt Peggy her first Oreos.

They were too hot to eat so she stared at them for a while with a concerned look on her face.

An older tourist came by and asked about them, so Peggy shared. We were still waiting for them to cool off and the lady came back and hesitated and said, “You know… that was actually pretty good!” We all had a great laugh and wondered how she ate that thing when the rest of them were too hot to touch yet.

My Uncle Ronnie wanted nothing to do with any of this, but he quietly watched while his wife threw her deep fried Oreo virginity right out the window and took her first bite.

You could tell Aunt Peggy didn’t really want to like them, but she did. She ate a couple of them, as did I.

Uncle Ronnie wanted to play some of the slots but I was concerned for his butt and the chairs in the place so I took him over to the Golden Nugget. First we toured the gorgeous pool area and gave our feet a rest. There is no where to sit on Fremont Street. The only place you can is in front of a machine inside the casinos. One of my favorite spots that my friend Adam showed me is the pool area of the Golden Nugget. It is a beautiful place to rest for a bit.

After our rest we hit the slots. I did a little video of their slot playing for you to remember what its like to be here in Sin City. If your slot playing goes like theirs did, feel free to blame Eva Kutcher. We did.

Fremont Street was a busy place Friday night, but not as packed as it has been with the old bands playing for free. It was still one hopping place, though.

I got Uncle Ronnie and Aunt Peggy back to their hotel early because they had an early flight out on Saturday morning. Today, his sister comes into Vegas. And boy, is she going to be mad when she finds out that Uncle Ronnie now knows she didn’t really total the pristine 67 Impala back in 1971. She traded it in for a cheap, old, dilapidated Super Sport. Hey, I kept her frickin’ secret for like forty years, what does she want from me? It was the spirit of Eva Kutcher that made me talk, yeah, that’s it. Damn Eva Kutcher anyway.

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