Amy and I went on our weekend fiesta to Reno and Tahoe. It was splendito! It involved outdoor ice skating, which was amazing. I'd never skated outdoors before, let alone with a view of lake Tahoe that goes on forever. Tubing was Big Fun, I threw snowballs at Amy on the way up and hooked her up with her new boyfriend, Murphy, who admitted that he likes working the tubes because he can touch pretty girls. He touched Amy as much as he could, then moved on to a woman who was there with her husband, who videotaped the touching. When he asked me what her last name was, I said Smith, though later Amy chastised my lack of creativity, so I should have said it was Suarez.
We had a fabulous and huge lunch at the lodge while we watched children frolic in the spiffy outdoor pool with skiiers whizzing past them down the mountain. We decided that we are now expert skiiers, so we'll be back on the mountain before too long.
Our intention is to try out for the Amazing Race so everything we did was practice. We took a $5 bus to Squaw Valley. The bell desk and valet guys all said it would pull up right where we were, but after 20 minutes of waiting, we realized that it wasn't coming. The all-knowing conceirge told us that it came somewhere else so we hopped in a cab and went to the last stop on the bus route. After our day of frolic, we had the grumpy bus driver take us back to a different hotel so we could have the fine Saturday night buffet. We then hitched a ride to the airport on the Atlantis airport shuttle and caught a ride from there on our hotel's airport shuttle to avoid paying for a cab. We weren't the only people riding the free airport train, there was a stoner kid at Atlantis who went on to the Eldorado and the ass-kicker -- this old guy who had also scammed a free buffet at Atlantis by wandering around, plate in hand asking questions about coffee and prime rib. The old guy came sauntering up, belly full of free buffet food and rapped on the closed door of the Eldorado bus as it was pulling away. Neither he nor the kid had any luggage (aka props) but still got a free ride.
Amy Suarez and I sat there, stunned. The old guy had kicked all of our asses!
Yesterday, we headed downtown to the Cal Neva for a 99 cent breakfast and a free ride to the airport on their shuttle. Amy was busy winning scads of nickels from Mr. Lucky when it was time to go. We headed to the lobby and waited and waited and got nervous. Finally, a limo rolls up -- it was our shuttle! We made full use of the partition between us and the driver and felt like royalty when we rolled up at the airport. People were staring at us, I waved.
I did get a massive sunburn on my face, which is painful and unpleasant. A small price to pay for a grand adventure.