Tuesday, 27 March 2012

March 30th, 2012

We received a message from mpanther telling us the rings have arrived.  We made our way back to Las Vegas and stopped by UFC legend Randy Couture’s gym.

The guy at the front desk had no problems with us going inside to take a look around. 

A few recognizable faces who train here at Extreme Couture

A few mementos for sale at the gift shop

The gym had a military theme to it

We met up with mpanther and his wife Roo once again and they took us to Fremont Street to round up the Las Vegas experience. 

If I were to make a comparison, the Strip is where you get dazzled by the grandness of the resorts & casinos, but Fremont Street is where the party’s at…

…and party we did!

Something we forgot to pick up when we were in New Orleans—Mardi gras beads!  No, neither of us revealed our boobs to get them.

For all you gamers out there, I’m standing on Balrog’s turf!

Vegas Vic, the neon cowboy of Fremont Street

Our rings!  Fit to perfection.

Las Vegas of old.
One daiquiris too many.
Neon lights are bright.

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