More specifically, me and ma's ass.
Enticed by some preposterously low room prices, we decided to stay at Reno's Peppermill Hotel and Casino Thursday night. It was the first time all week we pulled in before dark, and a little downtime (read: a little craps) was definitely in order. But here's what the good folks at hotels.com didn't tell us:
- They tax you at Reno hotels for turning on the light.
- It costs $11 to get online.
- The inside of the casino has a neon purple carpet with a space pattern; you know, planets and shooting stars and...rainbows. My mother, who deals with crisp images and design for a living, almost had a seizure when we walked in the front door. And the guy behind the desk couldn't give me one scientifically sound reason why rainbows would be in space. Not only was the thing garish, it was technically inaccurate. And I hate that in a carpet.
- Oceano's is the only spot to eat at besides the casino's food court. Our meal cost more than a ten-person dinner would at Ceviche, and the decor was, um, less subtle.
I think they were going for an under-the-sea feel, but the onslaught of green neon just made everyone look dead. Ma's pupils started to dilate, and, eventually, she went upstairs to the room and camped out. Which brings me to the next thing hotels.com didn't tell us:
- It's very easy to lose $60 playing craps. In fact, you can do it in fifteen minutes â assuming you're as lucky as I am.
Tail firmly between my legs and wallet uncomfortably light, I followed her upstairs, looking forward to the drive over the Sierras into Cali the following day.
Hotels.com neglected to mention something about that, too. It snows in the mountains. A lot.