What Happens in Reno…

…stays in Reno.


But just a tiny smidgen gets posted on the blog. So it can live on forever.

Just a whiff of a memory of the most epic girl’s weekend ever… An aroma of awesome adventure hitting you when you look at that blurry photo like the scent of a scalding hot plate of shrimp enchiladas. Or the unmistakable bouquet of cheap red wine left out all night. Or the tang of a lonely tallboy filled with cigarette butts in a liquor store parking lot.


That’s all the rest of you get. But super huge thanks to CA Mom and CA Dad for access to their pad while Trent had his boy’s weekend back home in ours.

And to the fans of My Life As A Dog



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4 thoughts on “What Happens in Reno…

  1. Carla Daniels says:

    I am still dreaming about those shrimp enchiladas.

  2. Margaret Wisniewski says:

    Gee, I am sorry I missed experiences like that in my younger days. Live large! Die with a smile on your face. What happens in Reno, stays in Reno………

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