Halloween in Reno!
Gotta get a pic under the Reno Arch
Reno is a community that constantly invents reasons to dress up and interact. I couldn’t have picked a better place to relocate after finally getting out of Michigan. Halloween in Reno is of course no exception.
Halloween 2009 in Reno was a total blast. Friday night we started at Patrick’s house, getting ready together and eating pizza and preparing to roll out for a hellafun night. The evening took us downtown Reno to participate in the Reno Zombie Crawl, a great bar crawl event founded by fabulous Ed Adkins.
210 North
We only managed to hit Imperial (one drink), Divine (a dance or two), Silver Legacy casino (various running around) and 210 North. We stayed at 210 most of the night dancing away. I’m not gonna lie, the crowd at 210 has in the past scared me a bit (and not just on Halloween) but as of late the club seems to attract a bit nicer crowd (maybe all the social media workin’ its magic?) and I’m no longer afraid of mean girls trying to fight me. 210 also has the nicest restroom attendant ever, tip her ladies!
My friends and I were ready to rally again on Saturday night, and opted to join a larger group and get a room in the Tuscany Tower as well as skip-the-line accommodations to Peppermill’s Edge Nightclub. Edge was just ridiculously packed, but it was a blast to see all of the people in costumes lining up as early as 9pm to get in (even better to pass right by them with our host.) Saturday night is fuzzy, but I do know that I should have entered the costume contents (c’mon Matt and I were WWE wrestlers and we even had a routine! We’d have killed it.) we ate late night snacks at Peppermill’s casual dining option, Coffee Shop (I passed out for a bit at the table, but-YUM), and enjoyed some much needed sleep in the comfy Tuscany Tower room. Great show, Peppermill.
Pre-party at Peppermill
Looking forward to the next big Reno dress-up event…Reno Santa Crawl!
Goodbye, Reno Summer ’09
Reno Summer '09
Summer 2009 has come to an end, which I truly realized when I hit my 200 photo max while posting Balloon Race photos to my Facebook album, Summer Lovin’. I’m not sure what a great job I did of capturing and blogging my summertime adventures, but as always my camera was on hand to capture my memories forever. Take a peak at Summer Lovin’ for pictorial coverage of my Reno-Tahoe summer and the Summer Road Trip album for photos taken on our trip to the California Redwoods and Oregon.
I’m hitting two years of life in Reno at the end of October…I’ve loved almost every minute of my time here and can’t wait for whatever happens next.
A concert at Reno’s The Underground…
Experience date: 4/2/2009
stars ~ .5
My second time at The Underground in Reno, was to see a show by an underground hip hop group Matt liked called Swollen Members. According to their website, show was starting at 7:30, doors at 7. Naturally, we hung out at Matt’s until about 9ish eating some fantastic Papa Murphy’s pizza dinner and having you know just a couple Coors Lights. My roommate/cousin Holly was joining us tonight and we were all pretty excited it was almost the weekend and we had something fun to do on a Thursday evening.
Anyway, getting back to the review. I remembered why I don’t go to The Underground. Its lame. We paid 20 bucks to see the show, arrived purposefully late and the show still didn’t start for a couple more hours. (Why do some venues promote obnoxiously early start times?) We could only hang out and enjoy a beer in the half of the establishment that allowed 21+ to drink (the other half–where the show actually happens–had some sort of restriction, though it had a huge bar fully stocked with no people and empty bar stools). We did find some entertainment in Holly and I switching I.D.’s and still making it past the door guy between rooms.
Swollen Members was pretty good, but by the time they came on I was a couple deep (seeing as how we were segregated to hours of drinking in a room with no live music, forcing us to slam beers and go back to check on the show status several times, wondering if we were missing it). After so much waiting around I was less interested in bopping around than I normally would be at a show, and didn’t enjoy having to deal with avoiding fights started by punk little white boys.
Entertaining OURSELVES at The Underground
Over it before the band ended, we took off and hit McD’s on the way home. But that’s another review. I’m giving The Underground .5 stars.
.5, and that is taking in to account the first time I was there and the owner bought me a shot. Sorry Underground, I’m not coming back.
