content: Luck be a lady tonight...luck be a lady tonight...luck if you've ever been a lady to begin with...luck be a lady tonight!\n\nNow you would think a city like Vegas would have a massive building with all their historic neon signs all lit up as a blinding tribute to Sinatra-era glitz. Leggy showgirls would act as docents and hand out free sunglasses to prevent retina damage among the patrons. But no, not even close. It's not a museum in the traditional sense...it's more the open-air variety you would find in a third-world country where you would pay to see local peasants making flour with a rock.\n\nThe Neon Museum actually consists of two locations - one is the Fremont East area where refurbished neon signs are on display in the street median, the other is a bit north of downtown where there is a \""boneyard\"" of aged neon signs leaning against each other in a couple of lots surrounded by a canvas-covered chain-link fence. Fremont East is intriguing at night as the neon signs form a parade of sorts highlighted by the Hacienda Cowboy hovering over a stoplight (see the gallery). Make sure to watch out for the drunken revelers who frequent the clubs lining the street. They're a mean bunch.\n\nI only became aware of the boneyard through Anthony Bourdain's show where he was given a retro-swing tour by a Sammy Davis Jr. impersonator. So after an afternoon in Red Rock Canyon, Jamie W. and I made a beeline to the boneyard only to realize that you have to make an advance reservation to gain entry. Damn. We did take a peek though the fence to see what we were missing - a hodgepodge of gigantic, rusting signs that look almost like a surreal montage of one big hangover. \n\nI donated $15 online to the museum, the admission they charge for a private tour, since I did take a few snaps from the outside (see the gallery). I hope they get enough funding to realize their goal of converting the retro-cool La Concha Motel lobby into the museum visitor center. These signs deserve a lot more care than can be afforded in a junkyard. Where's Fred and Lamont? You hear that, Elizabeth? I'm coming to join ya, honey!