So, when I wrote the last post I was suddenly stricken with an erie feeling that I was perhaps a little boring.

Then, out of nowhere I got a call from a friend asking if I wanted to fly to Reno for the day. Adventure, here I come!

At about 9pm, we flew out of PDX on a trip to pick up a car that was “too good a deal to pass up”, and it really was. The car was a replacement for a recently deceased subaru that was sputtered it’s life out in some horrible death throes. New car time for them, free Reno trip time for me.

Aaron, the now proud new owner of an Equinox, needed someone to accompany him to pick up the car, so that he:

1. Wasn’t alone.
2. Wasn’t mugged (alone).
3. Didn’t fall asleep at the wheel on his way home.
4. Wouldn’t get more physically ill than he already is. (trust me, you don’t want to know… ps. it’s not an STD)
5. ???????? ????? ????????Wouldn’t worry his wife.

Any of the aforementioned reasons are completely plausible, and probably equally important, but I was just glad to tag along for the fun of it.

We got into Reno at around 11pm, got our room in the Sands/Regency, and went to gamble our alloted gambling monies away. It took a couple of hours to do, but in the end, we went bust, and called it a night.

In the morning, we went to pick up the car.

The car was/is immaculate (save for a recently noticed scrape on the trunk), and we quickly paid the sweet woman who was selling.

She was moving to Costa Rica to be with her family, and was selling everything she owned. Her last major sale was the car, and it was visibly hard for her to part with it. She told us that she and her recently deceased husband had bought it together, just 3 years ago. It was sweet, and sad. We hugged goodbyes with the sweet old lady named Taffy, and started the trek home.

It was a great drive. No rain or adverse weather to worry about, no crazy drivers to swerve around, no real problems to speak of at all. It was smooth sailing.

I haven’t done something that impulsive since… I can’t remember, but I loved every minute of it.

Aaron says that he “owes me one”, but in truth I think it may be the other way around. I had a great day and a half, and feel energized and rested to boot.

Now, as Dr. Laura would say, “Go take on the day.”