Sunblocked in Reno

          I’m drinking pepsi today.

(The rest of this post will have nothing to do with drinking Pepsi).

          Hubby and I went to Reno last weekend for his softball  tournament.  A really welcome respite from it all.  But it was so darn hot out on the field last Saturday, I practically melted over my flipflops while I screamed and cheered and nurtured a deep-seated anger for sticky sunblock. I wasn’t being little miss quirky, in fact, I had loathed anything that was smelly, waterproof, sticky or greasy  (especially that altogether in one formula) on my skin eversince I was a kid. The scent of Coppertone would always send me running for my life and nothing has changed thus far. But I guess, you can’t hate what protects you.

        Enough about sunblock.

        The rest of the weekend went really great. Had two buffets in a row (Silver Legacy on Saturday night, Atlantis for Sunday’s lunch---crab feast!!!)… in between was a series of relentless unproductive “alcohol-infused” affairs with the slot machines at The Nugget where we  stayed for two nights and at Harrah’s downtown. Man, these things guzzle up bucks like crazy! I’m not really the gambling kind. I would rather see my money vanish on good margarita…or food…

       Yeah right, food… I just impulse-bought a small princesscut diamond pendant in one of the pawnshops in downtown Reno.  I wasn’t intending to buy it but we made an offer for a hundred bucks and the guy agreed. I figured, since I could have been seeing that same amount chip away in a thousand little pieces while betting on the merciless Wheel of Fortune machine, I might as well turn my remaining gambling allowance into a girl’s bestfriend, and for 1/4 the price of the real value!

        So in principle, “we” sort of recovered what we lost and it’s on my neck right now (not to mention the rainbow-colored stuffed  butterfly, the anemic monkey and the powder blue teddy bear from Circus Circus).  I’m not really materialistic. I liked the diamond because it was cute (and cheap), not because it’s a status symbol.

        Plus, I think it’s a reasonable reward for putting up with sunblock. Yes, I hate it that bad.