We hopped on over to Catch at the Silver Legacy to snap a pic of Cris Clobber and Joby Saad and maybe get in Carrot Top‘s face. (“The Top” was playing in the huge sub-terranean showroom at the Legacy. We caught the last 50 seconds of his huge production– He was prancing around onstage, shirtless, draped in a British flag, doing an impression of Mick Jagger.) Progress on the closed captioned show at the Sands is coming along. We’ll keep you posted.
Reno has turned back into the wild, wild west– We walked over to the Cal-Neva for a dog and a beer. Just as we were approaching the main entrance, an altercation erupted on the street just outside the Cal-Neva and followed us into the casino. As we cowered behind a bank of slot machines (We figure a slot machine will stop a small-caliber bullet!), the tussle briefly disturbed a blackjack table and briefly interrupted the action at the tables. When we exited 15 minutes later, four or five of Reno’s police cruisers had the entire rumble under control. We never did get that dog. We opted for a late-night snack at Mel’s Diner at the Sands. That pleasant experience ended with Traci picking a drunk up off the floor at the table across the aisle from us. When he finally righted himself he muttered slowly, “I’m… fucked… up.”
Our favorite quote of the road trip so far (a ten-year-old boy to his father, poolside at the River Palms): “Well, Dad, you can’t live with her, you can’t chop her up into thirty pieces and put her in the Dumpster.”