Reno, Nevada - Las Vegas if it had made lots of mistakes.
Ah! The business trip! Traveling on these excursions across the country have really become part of one of the cores to the working individual in the US. I recently got to experience Reno, NV and my excursion was a life changing adventure.
Wonderful Phoenix decided to be 100 degrees the night that I left and of course I'm too damn cheap and too damn stubborn to turn my AC on in October so I spent the entire night as if my bedroom were a sweat lodge leaving me to travel in less than comfortable style and also smelling like an armpit. Luckily I was going to Reno, NV so I in my current state I would fit right in with the locals. Arrival at Sky Harbor, packed bus from economy parking to the Southwest terminal. If there is one thing I know its that Southwest Airlines really has the flying thing figured out, smiles, friendliness no swine flu and certainly no H1N1, barely enough time to hide my iPhone and pretend like i turned it off when in actuality I'm listening to Dylan wail about social change while smirking slying at our flight crew the whole time and BLAMMO, touchdown Reno Nevada. After scuttling off the plane I hopped into a Hepatis C filled taxi with a man who told me his name was George in the thickest Indian accent I've ever heard in my life to take me to my place of employment. A full day of work later and a car ride from a friendly co-worker to the wonderful Atlantis Hotel Casino and Spa. As I entered my loding for the night I was greated by an outwardly friendly asian man on crystal meth who promptly asked "What the fuck Bigfoot? Why you do that? I do that once...but...shiiit" and then he hurried on his way to argue with the concierge about timely world events. After check in I made my way to my room to unwind and relax before heading down the wonderful resturants available to get some grub. The hotel room itself was standard, one king bed, one TV circa 1998 and a wonderful view of the fat midwestern people in the pool. I started to settle in when I realized that I had forgotten all of my luggage at my place of employment. Downstairs I returned to hop in a taxi and head back to my companies building to pick up my luggage. This time my cab driver was the happily optimistic Czech cabbie / economist named Gustov. Gustov's cab smelled exactly the way the inside a pack of cigarettes would smell and Gustov himself had the ever so slight odor of vodka cologne emanating from him. The cab ride round trip may have taken 20 minutes and Gustov spent the entire time trying to convince me that the American system as we know it was going to collapse if people don't start going and frequenting Reno's fine brothels and strip clubs. Fast forward two hours. While enjoying in my delicious 21 dollar room service pizza when I receive a phone call on my hotel room phone. "Hey! Keith man what's happening?""This isn't Keith you have the wrong number sir."
"This is room 521 yeah?"
"Yes."
"And you aren't Keith?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
*Click* So the guy called a wrong number these things happen right? Fast forward another two hours. Someone starts a rap-tap-tapping on the room door, I head to check on my mystery visitor and I do not recognize the person outside. "Can I help you sir?"
"Heath(Notice that the name has changed) man quit kidding around."
"This isn't Heath, now please go away"
"Oh I'm sorry sir" I watch stranger #2 scurry down the hallway to the elevator. What a coincidence! Keith-Heath is pretty popular here at the Atlantis and room 521 seemed to be the hotspot. Gosh golly just my luck... 9:21 PST and the hotel phone wakes me out of a dead sleep, it seems someone is trying to locate their dear friend Heath-Keith.10:43 PST Another visitor to my door...I let this one go unanswered. Why would a man be getting so many visitors and calls to his hotel room you ask? My only answer to that question would have to be because Heath-Keith most likely was a working man if you catch my drift. Usually a when a thought like this crosses my head it does not phase me, however it is completely unsettling when you are trying to sleep in a bed when you can only imagine what kind of acts of debauchery and sodomy were done in your resting place the night before. Thank god I had to wake up early to go to work. The moral of this adventure is that if you are looking for male on male sodomy or perhaps some loose "slots" Reno Nevada is the place for your vacation destination!
