The Road to Reno

Well, I've arrived in Reno. After a much dramatized departure. I'm here. After getting rid of many possessions, cramming what's left into a uhaul trailer, and twenty tries to get it out of my driveway my mom and i were off. The truck (aka teal bad ass) is about 15 years old so needless to say it couldn't take it if we used the A.C. AND dragged a trailer behind it, so on the hottest day yet in the northwest i was sizzlin' (my right half at least) all the way to Eugene.
Eugene is a fucking allergy nightmare. I sneezed about every five minutes while we were there, and the dust from hauling now Juli's shit into the trailer didn't help one bit. We stayed at Juli's friend Tonya's boyfriend's house, Dan. Which is bad ass and has an enormous backyard w/some kick ass grass(i walked on it) and a hella cute puppyliciuos. After mauwin some Thai Food and cocktails for mamasita and the Nurse we showered(courtesy shower) and watched She-Devil "I may be the butler, but I'm not the maid"...until Juli's friend Ali picked us up.
We arrived at some place, further to be know as the place where i lost my phone and cried about it. And commenced some boozin, cucumber shots? and long islands for the jules and I along with some vicious shots called,,, snake bites? eh. so of course the boogie-ing began. Which is probably where i lost my phone cause i shook it like a total crazypants. ( as is usual when i drink at least anything) It was hella fun HA-HEEA. Until i noticed that I had lost my phone and wouldn't be finding it and that meant i couldn't drunk dial Sean which meant that my life was over.(According to drunken drama liz). Juli's friend Ericka consoled me while i freaked out and Juli, like a good pal knows how much i need that drunk dial, kindly let me call Sean and cry to him for a while, till we all had to be escorted home. WHAT A SHIT SHOW.
Morning. Hot. Futon?Last night's clothes. Headache. Need. Water. and. Breakfast. "Good morning girls, time to get up, it's a beautiful day" chirps my mom up to me and Jules in the loft. FUCK. it all comes back, drunkenness, dancing, no phone, crying, embarrassment. Oh well, at least i don't live here. Two Mason jars of water and we're off, at least to get breakfast before the puke-a-palooza road trip begins. We met up with Jack's two friends Cameron and Devan, who were rollin down to Reno w/us. Devan whose foot had recently been run over by Erika, and was wrapped in some ace bandage and a sock because apparently the car drug it a little on the pavement and he had no skin left on the top. SICK.
We ate breakfast at this bomb place called the Keystone Cafe i think. I ordered something called the Vegan Powerhouse. Yeah get it. One sip of coffee brought the chunks a rising, so i figured we'd let that sit till i had some home fries in the ol' belly.
On the road, well, back to Tonya's cause Juli forgot some shit, there's remnants of J and the B b/c Tonya went there( in her pink robe) to get food, which Dan proceeded to puke up(again). Then we're off, Juli drove for a while, then we switched got some enormous coffee's and she napped while i cruised listening to Dane Cook and Democracy Now podcasts. The drive was pretty good, a little Wendy's stop and Suzanville action.
Reno. Obviously the first stop had to be Super Burrito.