In the long long ago, I took a trip to Vegas and visited the Liberace Museum. The museum is housed in a strip mall and split into two different spaces. You literally walk across a parking lot half-way through the tour to get to the rest of the museum. Anyhow, I fondly recall the sequined... well.. sequined EVERYTHING, but the outfits, the rhinestones, and the biddy old ladies in total denial as to his gayness really stand out. It was a great place to visit and has always been one of my top recommendations for Vegas visits (especially for those of us who hate to gamble). Roadside America has a nice write-up. I think I may have to pencil in a return visit.
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