These Flip Flops Weren't Made For California
Not going to lie, I don't really remember much of the morning, so I'll just say I hope we stayed in bed a while and got Krispy Kreme for breakfast.
The first thing I really remember of the morning is driving down the highway with Mom in the passenger seat, and semi truck drivers were looking down her shirt. One in particular didn't seem super interested in Mom, so when we were side by side with it again, Dad honked Mom's boob. Yeah, I know. Still, this isn't odd behavior for Dad. Plus, he just had to show off.
Here's the highlight of the day: Mom has her favorite flip flops that aren't sold anymore. She got them at Disney World and they're really cute. Apparently, they're not very well made because within the first few days of being in the very hot state of California, Mom's flip flops literally melted. Like--I know you think I'm joking. I wish I'd taken a picture to show you. Like they really were melted. Anyway, to get Mom some new shoes, we went to DSW. She asked us if any of us needed new shoes, and I answered with the sad truth that my sloth shoes were getting old. She said that if I found something I liked at DSW, I could get them. Well, I definitely found something I like.
Super pretty, I'm in love. I haven't worn them yet, but I'll keep you updated.
We were in the Reno area, and decided to stop for lunch. Luckily for us, there was a Steak and Shake just a little away. If you've been keeping up, you know that we were shorted a Steak and Shake a while back because we ordered at a place that wasn't open. So today was only retribution and boy did we get it--Guys, Frisco melts are so good. So. Good. I love them so much . . . a soulmate before I was keeping track of soulmates.
Driving through Reno and surrounding suburbs with the windows down, Mom thought it would be fun to have a contest: dance at strangers in cars and see who can get them to engage first. Well, that was kind of a tie because we danced at another semi truck and the driver smiled at us. I told Mom he liked us, and she insisted we pull him in by a rope. You know, that classic move. Super cool. We started doing it, and he actually started inching up on us. What a great sport! There was this older lady later that saw us and just smiled intensely at me . . . creepy.
I'm sorry, but the afternoon is a little bit of a brain fart too. If we're being honest, I probably spent most of it watching the new season of Atypical on Netflix.
We over shot the hotel a little bit for a few things: a shed that was built upside down. Kinda cool but nothing to come back for. And then the main attraction: the rollercoaster road. It was a road that was a constant up and down, like a roller coaster. It was super fun to drive.
Back at the hotel, it was worse than we imagined. Our room was only accessible by a narrow stairway and a sliding door. Only later did we learn that the door is almost impossible to lock. Not to mention that it was a family suite, but there was a huge step up to get to Mom and Dad's area. And, the whipped cream on top of it all: There was zero AC. It was supposed to get cooler overnight, so we let it go for the time being.
For dinner, we tried a homestyle-like place a little away from the hotel. On the way to the car, Mom spotted something gleaming under the car. Fabulous. What is that? Oh, just our heat shield, a big scrap of metal just . . . fell off our car. To add context, we'd been hearing a rattling when our car was running for days, so apparently that was what was causing it. Not to worry, apparently it's not a very crucial piece. Why add it at all then? Really unclear, go ask a mechanic . . .
Anyway, the homestyle place was called the Warming Pot or something, I don't really remember. It was really small and packed, so we had to wait a little bit. When we were seated, Mom immediately became scared that because she was sitting on a 'trap door' she would fall in. Most of our dinner consisted in reassuring her that she was perfectly safe. The selection of foods was really small, so me and Mom both ordered Chicken and Biscuits, which was essentially chicken pot pie. Later, the waitress came back and told us there was only one serving left. After a little debate, I yielded it to Mom. I shouldn't have. I just ordered a plain burger instead, and it wasn't half as good as Mom's meal. Jealous.
On the way out, we got to meet a really sweet and curly haired doggo, Griffin.
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