JezebelinHell wrote:Wow, am I the only person on this board who acually LIVES in Reno? Anyways, yes, this city's gaudy and tacky and full of liquor stores and strip clubs, but we're generally pretty friendly. As someone who grew up here, and spent many years with muli-colored hair, multiple facial piercings, lots of tattoos, and 'weird' clothes, I've gotta say, this town's pretty accepting. I mean sure, the occasional cranky old lady will tell me to pull up my pants, or take those earrings outta my face, or whatever, but I think that happens everywhere. If the locals get you down next time you're coming through, hit up Hageymon's International Burners Hostel. Best place to hang in all of Reno.
hey jez - dig your sig, baby.
i love reno. i've never had anything but fun there.
bm 2001, schreck and i managed to pack up most of our shit on sunday evening and left camp at 7:30 on monday while everyone else was passed out in a collective consciousness coma. we we're gleefully congradulating oursleves on our cunning and swift escape, calculating how many hours we would gain, what time we would get home and deciding which half of the menu we wanted to order at the little mexican hole in the wall in, i think, fremont.
we were sitting ducks.
krotus woke from his nap, pushed aside the limp naked bodies of violated revelers and took notice of us; he threw his head back and roared with laughter, shooting lightning bolts of flaming liquid fire onto 447. one of them hit our right rear tire, which exploded as if pierced by a hollow-point bullet. satisfied with his efforts, krotus decided to go to center camp for a chai latte and some fresh victims.
so, we unloaded everything from the back of the car, put on the spare, loaded everything back into the car and drove on the donut at a snail's pace til we got to reno. we stopped at the first place we saw; a mind-boggling complex that had every ammenity except a service station and a brothel. we had to sweep the entire car to find enuf change to use the payphone, because both our cell phones were dead and we'd either forgotten or couldn't locate the chargers.
i wander around dazed and crazed while schreck mans the phones. in an effort to wrest some semblence of order from chaos, i stock up on food. schreck returns from the bank of payphones with the magic word: sears. he then holds up the three remaining quarters and asks: "feeling lucky?!"
we chose a machine and put the first coin in. no soap. second coin, nothing. we hold hands, drop in our last quarter, and i cranked the one armed bandit....and promptly won 20 bucks.
we get to sears, unpack the car again, and spend the next three hours decompressing in the mall. after some much needed retail therapy, we go back to the service bay , repack the car and head home. we end up arriving at our front door 12 hours after our initial departure; we unpack the car and spend the rest of the evening playing video games.