Well, that’s what’s happening in our living room right now. Sweetie and I spent last night in Reno at the Silver Legacy. Since we live so far out of town, when we do Dinner and a Show, it’s always easier to book a room as well.
After making sure the dogs had plenty of food and water, we left them in the backyard and headed for Reno, arriving at the hotel around 4ish. We dropped the car off at Valet Parking, checked in, and then headed over to Roxy’s for a pre-dinner cocktail. They’ve got a piano bar there and the fella tickling the ivories was a 60-something gray-haired dude whose every song sounded exactly the same. I wondered out loud if he knew Billy Joel’s “Piano Man” and Sweetie got up, popped a fiver in the guy’s jar and requested it. What a hoot. I cannot even begin to describe how he talk-sang the song in true lounge lizard fashion, and his La-Dee-Dah-Dee-Dee-Dah-Ah was beyond hopeless. Thankfully, Sweetie and I were sitting below him at the actual bar and he did not see my convulsions or hear my stifled laughter. Then, just to assure us that “Piano Man” wasn’t the only Billy Joel song in his repetoire (not that we’d asked), he started in with his rendition of “New York State of Mind,” and while no one could have mistaken him for Billy Joel, the song actually suited his style much better and wasn’t too bad. We chatted up two ladies sitting to the right of us at the bar and found out they were there to see Wanda Sykes like we were. One of them told us that earlier she’d been playing Blackjack at the same table with Wanda Sykes, but was too timid to say anything to her.
After drinking our cocktails (7 & 7 for me, Glen Moray for Sweetie), we dashed upstairs to change for dinner at La Strada, and dinner was all I’d hoped for. I had La Strada’s famous Porcini Mushroom Ravioli (melt in your mouth delicious, delicate seasoning), while Sweetie had to settle for the Cod (being as the Ono he’d immediately spied on the menu was not being served that evening). The young couple seated next to us were from the Bay Area (Marin), and were there to see Wanda too. We finished off a bottle of chardonnay and headed for the Grande Exposition Hall and Wanda! After three tries, we finally asked for help to find our seats and settled in. I was pleasantly surprised to discover a co-worker of mine and her partner sitting right behind us.
Wanda’s warm-up act was a funny guy named Keith Robinson. His stuff on parenting was hysterical, especially his bit about turning into his cliche-spouting father. And I especially liked at the end when he spoke out against violence against women.
Wanda rocked. That is all I can say. Great show, great night. We got an after show drink and sitting in DrinX gave me an opportunity to people watch, both the people sitting around us and the stream of people walking to and fro outside. We humans are such an interesting lot.
This morning we hit the Silver Legacy buffet though we probably shouldn’t have bothered…it wasn’t that pricey, but it just wasn’t that great, and neither Sweetie nor I can do much damage at those sorts of things. I think we would have like Stirling’s Champagne Brunch better, but live and learn.
We headed home to our three dogs who’d spent the night in the backyard, rather than our bedroom, and they were mighty happy to see us walk through the gate. I’m sure they didn’t sleep well, because now they are passed out. Nina won’t let me get five feet from her, even though I’m sure she’d rather just sleep. But every time I get up to process the laundry, she stumbles after me.
Life is good. I’m feeling very loved today…all the way around.