Nothing says summer like letting it all hang out at Hot August Nights. These guys know what I'm talking about.
And as it turns out, the dogs in Reno love me.
And I LOVE them. But that doesn't mean that I can take them home. Even if they are for sale. And even if I pout. A lot.
There were also a lot of cars at the car show. Lots and lots of cars. THOUSANDS OF CARS. An ungodly amount of cars! If Nic were writing this, it would be all about those beautiful cars; cars that are worth millions of dollars. But did I mention that there were puppies for sale?
Here's a Coronet that is not nearly as cool as Nic's.
And here's a Mater truck that is also not as cool as Nic's Mater truck is going to be.
And here is some proof that we were actually there together.
To top it all off, we went for a chilly swim in Lake Tahoe. This is me before I shriveled up and died from the cold.
A word of advice: If you're ever thinking about a weekend trip to Reno, please know your geography better than we did. Just because Nevada is right next to Utah, does not mean that you just head west for a few hours. Plan on a solid nine hours and try to leave before 4 p.m. on Friday.