Renoooyes!

We made our regular summer trip to Reno this past weekend, to tube the Truckee River.

Before tubing the Truckee River.

Summer 2012 Reno crew, pre-tubing: Trent, Lisa, Chris, Nadja, JP, Carla.

I don’t know what it is about Reno, man, but I F#@%ING LOVE IT. It’s my West Coast mecca. It’s set in this beautiful location, right on the eastern slope of the Sierras, but the natural beauty isn’t enough to distract from the fact that it’s in Nevada — a casino town that hasn’t seen any real investment in decades, trapped in the 1970s, full of all the REALLY pathetic types who can’t afford Vegas (types like ME!).

There are dive bars everywhere. And pawn shops. REAL pawn shops — like we have in Detroit. Motel rooms for rent for $39/night on every block of 2nd Street. An $8.99 prime rib dinner everywhere you turn. Tattoo trailers open 24/7. And a healthy sprinkling of hipsters, bikers, incredible vintage stores, and Mexican joints.

And it never sleeps.

I heart you, Reno. I heart you so much.

Trent’s parents have a pretty sweet vacation pad on the Truckee River, walking distance from the strip, but far enough away so that it feels like you’re a step above a $39/night motel room. We try to go up twice a year: once in the summertime, for tubing on the river (i.e., floating in an inner tube down the rapids while drinking cheap canned beer), and once just before the first snowfall blocks Donner Pass. The bartender at Momma Bear’s knows when to expect us now.

Every trip features a different cast of friends, but it’s always a good time. This trip was no exception. Someday we’re going to own our own second home up there so we can maintain a lifestyle like this in perpetuity. Or else, we’re going to move our primary residence TO Reno.

Only negative: we all seemed to come down with a case of the Reno Flu on Sunday. It’s a mysterious illness characterized by dehydration, headache, and nausea. Some might say it’s similar to a hangover… Regardless, it seems to clear up within 24 hours and often responds well to large doses of bean dip and tortilla chips.

RENO RENO RENO!

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The past five years in Reno…

Motel sign in Reno

Changes every time we see it.

Dicky outside Bar USA.

Bar USA: ice cold shots of Jagermeister!

Drinking games in the living room.

Sometimes, in Reno, you just have to play asshole.

Jeff passed out with the Reno Flu.

The Reno Flu strikes hard.

Cal-Neva marquee.

Steak and eggs: $3.99.

Playing pool at Midtown Val's.

Pool at Midtown Val’s: contender for Queen of the Dives.

Cooking breakfast in Reno.

Cooking breakfast in the Reno house like grownups!

New Year's Eve in Reno.

Happy New Year, Reno-style.

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4 thoughts on “Renoooyes!

  1. Marlene says:

    I love you too, Reno Reno Reno. Especially when I fall down hard and you pick me up.
    Whaaaat?

  2. Margaret Wisniewski says:

    Steak and eggs for $3.99? That’s my kind of town! I think I would like the “lack of pretension” best. It sounds like you can kick back and relax, and what happens in Reno, stays in Reno. I would love to try that some time. Love, Mom

  3. Carla Daniels says:

    Oh that pesky Reno flu. Totally worth it though!!

  4. lisatemp says:

    I think I need another weekend to make up for this past one…

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