All we have to do is make it through tomorrow night's drive with nothing but some jerky and an AM radio until we get to this:I'm just kidding. Rhonda the Honda has FM. We're also staying in a regular room but the masterpiece above was featured on the Peppermill website and I couldn't help myself. My BFF Melissa has booked us a room for the weekend as it is once again time for us to get the hell out of Dodge and the hell into Reno.
I have to admit, I thought rooms like the one pictured here were Hollywood creations. I mean, this shit actually exists! In Reno! It's not even Vegas. Someone needs to propose to me because I would like my honeymoon to be spent sitting side by side in these luxurious chairs sipping mocktails while watching a roaring fireplace on a TV screen. Actually, this is what I'd like my permanent boudoir to look like, complete with the little dudes holding the spears.
Thank god I don't drink anymore because if I woke up in this joint drunk, I'd completely freak out and start screaming. Or do something wildly inappropriate to the dudes holding the spears. Or I'd wake up and think to myself, "Yeah. This seems about right..."