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devdiaries Mexican Joint in Reno: Another lost time scenario. After picking up BK at the Reno airport (arranged to mask his use of the OVNI "Money to Time Converterƒ") we headed to "La Pinata" an unassuming family-style Mexican restaurant at a strip mall in Reno. We were the only customers. This was the first indication of troubles to come. Lots of pinatas, no people. Where had they all gone? Could this somehow be linked to the mass dissapearance of the Mayans centuries ago? We forged onward, ordering rounds of margaritas and shots of Petron to take the road -weary edge off of our collective semi-consciousness. Then came the second indicator; what was this pale green sickly sweet and sour beverage we were toasting our convergence with? Surely not a Margarita. This prompted the decision to move to the more direct upload of the edge-deleting intoxicant, with satisfactory results. The third and ultimately most powerful indicator of the trouble we had gotten ourselves into did not manifest until hours later. In the meantime, dark stormclouds were forming in the bowells of the OVNI crew, only to be unleashed later in the confines of our small two-bed motel room. Photos of La Pinata's kitchen speak volumes about the loneliness of our struggle there, and their struggle for profits. We should have known better.
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