Disregard the amount of time it’s been since I last wrote. Let’s jump from Sonoma to the next night in Reno, one of the most unexpected nights of the trip. Somehow we decided on our way there that it would be a good idea to buy a Groupon for a hotel there, one with a Casino but then again, they all have Casinos. We ended up picking the cheapest one that didn’t have a murder-y vibe from the pictures and reserved a room as we were approaching Lake Tahoe.
The terrain went from green sunny hills to snow and rocky roads. It’s hard to believe that only a few days ago I was wearing shorts and rolling down hot mounds of sand. We we’re back in the land of coniferous surroundings, the terrain that I’m used to, only more majestic than I’ve ever seen. By the time we were passing through the mountains surrounding Lake Tahoe, the snow was pelting our car and visibility was bad. But was good enough see the sign that said that we we’re in Donner Party territory. When we finally made it to Lake Tahoe it was late afternoon and we we’re lucky to sit and ogle at the mountains before sunset. To get an idea of what it was like being there that day, here’s a video we made after our ogling was done and our noses were all runny from being in the cold.
As serene as that moment was, it was only an hour or so later that we were launched into the bizarre world of Reno. Since we didn’t have a show booked and we weren’t sure what people like us did in Reno, (or if there even were people like us in Reno?) so we went gambling. Here is a picture of us at the hotel buffet with the “ouija chicken,” trying to predict our prospects for the night.
Word of advice when booking a hotel in Reno: Only stay at ‘Circus Circus’ (hotel) if you have kids and want to misplace them for 4 hours at a time. We weren’t the average clientel but we took advantage of the amenities with the best of em’. The kids arcade took up an entire floor of the hotel and in order to get to the real casino, you had to ride a monorail that wrapped around the outer wall of the building and then tough it through the kid’s floor. It felt like what Lord of the Flies would be like if combined with the constant hell sound of slot machines and screaming babies. We bravely forged our way through the crowd in matching trucker hats that we picked up in Sonoma. Becca and Sandy went to pick up some VIP passes while I wandered with a whiskey that was placed in my hand by a waitress. The free whiskeys kept flowing (I guess New Yorkers are good tippers) and I watched the twenty bucks I won in the first hour or so slowly get eaten by the ever so thrilling and interactive ‘Back to the Future’ game. Worth the money, I say!
Meanwhile, Becca was killing it over on the ‘Sun and Moon’ game and before we knew it there was a crowd gathered around her as her winnings climbed by the hundreds. In true generous Becca fashion, she shared her money with Sandy and I, which after the fact we’d end up using on taking turns treating each other to meals, attractions and gifts on our winding way home. That night we slept like kings in our queen sized beds.