As we drove through the monotonous terrain that is Nevada, we began to make the bend into the one city that all of us believed we would never truly see in our lifetime, Reno. We couldn't help but laugh at how unbelievably crappy the city looked from the road. It reminded us all of one thing, Ocean City with casinos.
As we arrived at our hotel called the Atlantis, we became enveloped with disappointment as we realized this Atlantis was not modeled after the one in the Bahamas. There was no water slide, no underwater themed activities, and really nothing whatsoever to do with the lost city known as Atlantis.
As we entered the hotel, one thing became evident immediately. We were the best looking and youngest gentlemen in the hotel. In fact, few people within even 5-10 years of our age could be found who didn't work at the hotel.
Once we moved up to our hotel room, we were comforted to see that our room was newly remodeled and featured an array of amenities. Ben was happy I didn't choose to put us in the motor lodge around the back of the hotel.
After an unsuccessful shotgun attempt by Ben, the four of us made moves down the the Purple Parrot for dinner. We were greeted at our table by a young man named Deshaun, who proceeded to tell us his entire life story unprovoked. From the slums of Atlanta, he moved out to Reno to live with his grandma. He now believes that Reno is an amazing city, with so much to offer. Deshaun, you have a lot to learn my friend.
After eating dinner, we hit the craps table to begin practicing for our trip to Vegas in a few weeks. After Ben and I lost about $30, it was time for CJ to roll. Naturally, his gambling luck began to shine and he won Ben and I our losses back. His uncanny ability to succeed in all things gambling continues to amaze me. Meanwhile, Zach had no luck at all on the table, and proceeded to drink away his sorrows.
While at the tables, the pit boss insisted we all get players cards because of our obvious VIP status. With a new players card comes an opportunity to win some $$
As I swiped my players card through the machine, hoping to see winnings of a 6-digit number flash across the screen, I was forced to accept a simple $20 slot credit and move on.
Knowing I would never be back in Reno ever again, I decided to play out my $20 credit on a slot machine called Kitty Glitter. On my fourth spin, I hit the bonus and won $50 in cold cash, off a $.01 slot. Despite receiving criticism from the guys for playing a slot machine called Kitty Glitter, I left Reno up more than any of them.
As we made our way out of the casino and off to bed, we decided that even though we never made it down to the "strip" in Reno, we had seen enough. No need to ever go back as far as we are concerned.
Until next time,
Bossmam out
Location:Reno, NV
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