Reno: Day Four

Not able to find the local Fox station on our Circus Circus basic TV, we hit the phone books looking for a sports bar so we could watch the German Grand Prix. It’s what we do on a Formula One Sunday. We found a local chain called Bully’s which cleverly evades the statewide smoking ban (allowed in casinos and “some” bars, whatever that means) by occupying an adjacent building at each location and putting in a bar named Smokin’ in which you can order food from Bully’s kitchen. Sweet! So, of course, we went to Bully’s for late breakfast (the race started at 11:30) and adjourned to Smokin’ afterwards for the rest of the race. No, audio, but if you pay attention you can follow the race.

Decided to take in some of the midway circus shows at the hotel. Right. Three trapeze artists do some basic moves over the course of, oh, about seven minutes. Sigh. So we wandered the midway, which is where all the carnival games are for the kids, went and gambled awhile until, exhausted, we were beckoned by the comfy bed for the early evening nap.

We got hungry and walked the indoor path among three hotels: ours, the Siver Legacy, and the Eldorado. The only easy food to be had seemed to be in our hotel deli, so we headed back there around ten o’clock and had a sandwich. I was surprised that so many kids, I mean little kids—of the age where they still take naps in the afternoon—were still up, eating, drinking, and playing, and acting as though it were noon. Well, I supposed that they wanted to stay up until the midway closed at ten, but these were just toddlers!

We gambled some more, decided to get an ice-cream cone because dinner had been light, and headed back to the deli. If I was surprised to see wee ones there at ten, I was astonished to see them after eleven. Is it just me? I can’t imagine what it would be like for the parents to try and get the kids back on a regular schedule.