This post could be super long. I could tell you all about how awesome last Saturday night was, and how we kidnapped Pete for his 30th birthday and took him to Reno.
I could tell you all about the guys getting arrested after dancing with our friend Seabs, or the photo sessions in the hotel room. I could tell you about the mobile dance parties in the street, or the Sparks at 4:55 am. I could tell you about the dinner with the gallon pours for Makers on the rocks, and I could tell you about the breakfast served to us by a lady who I could have broken in two. But…I wont.
What I will do though, is link you to his story. Pete is a great story teller, and even though he was the one living his story, and I was the one living mine….you can get the gist. He wrote about it here.
What I will also do is link you to my pictures. They aren’t all up yet, as I have a bunch on a point and shoot I haven’t uploaded yet. However, you will see that a picture says it all…and that is that I belong in Reno. We were supposed to be somewhat old timey. Classic if you will. Men in hats, vests and ties, and the ladies out of some other era. I pulled together my outfit Saturday morning before we left. I mean, the plan was put into action only a day before. I dressed myself as soon as we arrived to Reno, and holy shit, I was transformed. I was placed in a world I never knew. And I looked like I belonged there. Here is a photo Anisha took of me, to get the whole outfit.
Below are a few of my favorites of a few of us, and you can click them to get to the flickr set.
I have video and extra pictures to upload….I’ll add those when I get em.