Jesse and I left Portland Friday around 8:30pm on what was supposed to be an 11-hr drive. We would pick up Jordan at Reno-Tahoe International around 10:45am and continue to the resort.
Well, Jesse and I made it to the airport at 5:15am and had NOTHING to do. We tried to fall asleep but over-packed F-150's don't provide a lot too much space for rest. Jesse actually tried to pass out in the truck bed.
We finally got to the condo around noon to find that check-in wasn't till 4... f**k!! The polite young ladies at the front desk were more than excited to help us out. both of them were about 50 years old and sounded like smoking has been their pastime of choice since birth. They were actually really nice and happened to know a lot (probably too much) about Tahoe night life... and checked us in way early! This is the view from the peak, 2 minutes from the condo.
Us when we first got in the room, and it is BAWLA!
The key staples
After some much needed rest we headed downtown to tear the club up! To be honest, I wasn't too excited about goin out cuz I'm just not a big time partier. This night though was the business!
I was just chillin with Jesse listening to some corny black dude playing crappy covers while Jordan continually handed his chips to the ridiculously sexy Blackjack dealers. All of a sudden this older white guy stumbles to the chair next to me and challenges Jesse to a steep bet.
"I'm $7500 down and just about half pissed! Hey, I bet you $100 that I can get a girl up on that stage before you."
Jesse quietly said," Well, I'm not a betting man-"
"What? Too steep for you?" Then he poked me in the shoulder. "What about you pal?" I looked at him like he was crazy and told him if I wasn't so broke I'd be all over it.
"Broke already? Here's a hundred bucks! Now will you get out there and dance!?" And yes, I did "tear da club up" after this.
Definitely way more to come from Stateline. NV.

