I Heart Nevada

Greetings from scenic:

Yes, I am in Nevada again, but this time I'm in the great Washoe County, made famous by my friends over at Reno 911 and... Sister Act? That started out in Reno, right? As we speak, I am sitting in the airport using their free WiFi (Thanks, Reno-Taho Airport!) trying to kill time because my hearing here is in 4 hours and I have nothing to do for about 2 hours. After I finish up this post, I'm going to go down the hall and play slots for a little while and, hopefully, not lose all my taxi money. Cross your fingers for some good luck!

This will be my very first hearing as an actual lawyer. This does not mean that I have passed the bar anything. Techincally, we can appear here in Nevada (or any state, actually) because we practice administrative law and don't ever appear in court. Am I nervous? Yes, I am. It's actually not going to be too bad of a hearing and it should go pretty fast, but it's still a little nerve wracking because I don't really know what to expect.

The judge is a complete unknown to me and everyone in my office, so I don't know if he'll let me do an opening statement or if I'll start in on what I've prepared and he'll tell me to shut it already. I've prepared as well as I can, and there isn't really that much of a file to speak of, but I'm scared that the judge will aske me a question and I'll just be like "...um...yeah..." and then I'll have to just run out of the room. I'm sure it will be fine, but at the same time I'm sure it will end in tears, for me, my client, and everyone else involved. It's a good thing I brought my chill pills, huh? I'm just like a boy scout over here.

I am kind of bummed that I can't see more of Reno. My friend Rory came here last year for business and she got to spend an entire week, the lucky bastard. She told me that there would be magical creatures and extraordinary things to see, like midgets dancing on every street corner or unicorns that have been converted in to slot machines so that they will poop quarters when you hit the jackpot. So far, though, I haven't seen anything like that. It's just your regular airport with the expensive gift shops and the industrial carpet.

I'll have to be sure to take in the scenery when I'm in the cab on the way to the federal building. Hopefully I will see something of note to report back to you, but right now all I got is an airport security guard on a Segue. Man, I want one of those things!  The only other time I've been here was when I was driving to San Francisco with my boyfriend who was moving there for a job. We went to Taco Bell in the middle of the night and it was the scariest Taco Bell experience I've ever had. They were behind bullet proof glass! Like they've been robbed before! A Taco Bell! Who in their right mind would rob a Taco BellAre there a lot of burrito-crazed criminals here in Reno that I need to be concerned about? So, I was hoping for something more story-worthy than Taco Bell.

This is just a short trip for me (I'm flying home later today), so the only story I'm probably going to get out of this is how much shit will be all over my house because Lucy will be pooping her pants. I'm sure you're waiting with baited breath for the pictures of that fiasco. And I will be happy to oblige! Because I have all the time in the world now to post pictures of dog crap on my blog for all the world to see. Isn't that awesome? Yes, that's exactly what it is!

Comments

[Roar]

First, I was in Reno for TWO weeks... and didn't kill myself or those around me. I consider that a real achievement because the hotel room interiors look like something out of The Shining. I kept waiting for the old timey bar-keep to tell me that my credit was always good there.

Did Lucy eat spicy meatballs? Matt learned that lesson when I was in Vegas (with Scill, not on his own.) When pet owners go to Nevada, their dogs get dia-roo. It's a fact!

[Carrie]

Man! You're even luckier than I thought!

AND, Lucy surprised me and she did not, I repeat, DID NOT poop! You could have knocked me over with a feather because she has been known to poop if we leave to take the trash out, which only takes 30 seconds. She did throw up before I left for the airport, though, so there's that.

[Roar]

Yea, but throwing up before the airport is just good old fashion fun.