Reno, Nevada
Where yer spurs? — Reno Nevada to New Jersey, in Buckaroo Banzai
Just got home from Reno, Nevada. We were wanting to take Ryan on a vacation and he’d been wanting to go to another state. Seemed like a cool idea so we decided to go to Reno… Reno, Nevada.
Well more specifically we went to Circus Circus in Reno, because with the exception of a foray out to see Ratatouille (not one of Pixar’s best) we pretty much stayed under the Circus Circus tent.
Let me just say, those damn quarter sucking midway games, well, suck quarters. You think you’re in the protective kid-safe zone, but noooo, you’re wrong. Like little kid-safe harpies the machines call to you. Ooooh, drop a quarter in me and you’ll get some tickets! Get more tickets and you can redeem them for cool stuff! It’s only later you realize that you’re missing $100 and have a mountain of tickets and you can redeem them for… a cheap, Chinese, probably lead paint lined, knockoff toy.
At least with a slot machine you can have fleeting dreams: C’mon, Papa needs a new camera lens *shtick tick tick tick tick* Damn!
The other thing I noticed about Reno, and I know of no delicate way to put this, was an odd prevalence of fat people. I mean, damn! I’m a little over weight, but I fit in the freakin’ scrawny category up there. Ya know, I never bought into that obesity epidemic BS you read about. I few pounds of lazy does not equal “obese”. Then I went to Reno!
As if feeding the problem (*snicker*) Circus Circus ran this tram between their two buildings. A… very… slow… tram. It was quicker to walk, seriously, I timed it.
WALK PEOPLE!
Anyway, we have a few more stuffed animals now and Ryan can say he’s been to another state. Me? I think I’m gonna go for a run.
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