The Crappiest Nice Weekend in Nevada

It's time for anagrams. I'm sure you're all aware that Reno is the Biggest Little City in the World, but did you know:

Nero, chill: Bill got greedy tit swine;

Oren, I set it: OBGYN will greet child;

or

G, by tithing, slid by crew to eel?

I think I left some letters out, but they still came out better than my anagrams of "Keep Tahoe Blue", a ubiquitous and often-spoofed bumper sticker in these parts:

E, poke lube hate!

Peel a beet, Hoku.

U peek heat bole.

Beep, take you hole.

He leak, toke up, be.

Also, I either left my keys in one of the crew trucks (inconvenient) or totally lost them (awful). While checking my account balance at my Bank of America ATM, I became agitated that I apparently didn't get paid- the fucktards at the bank acted astonished that I was asking for a routing number when I set up my direct deposit, and I blame it squarely on their their incompetent asses- and left my card in the machine.

I went to see a show last night- had to ride my bike, since I don't have access to my automobile at the moment (not really a bad thing, riding my bike all around this weekend)- and I was horrified. After two bands I had to leave; the third band, which I had come to see because of their awesome name (The Fucking Ocean) was apparently pretty good. At least I got out of the house, though.

But tomorrow I'll be back in the Sierras, camped by Tahoe.