RENO DENIZENS (pt.2.1)



top row (l-r): chem, pickles, ted and grinsie
bottom row (l-r): shel and brit, the juvinals (!), the money we made at the show (after spaghetti and hoummous)
RENO is our treasure of encouragement, our stash of pat-on-the-backs and we love it/them.
we also love long range attacks upon the van:
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LOOK WHAT HAPPEND IN EUGENE OF ALL PLACES!!!

these pictures actually tell a story together. the excess of non-hash browns food and the pleasant parent-y couple are, in fact, connected. can YOU guess how?

the thai only served strengthened our resolve:

and fuel our racially delusional egos:


but there's always reality bombs to bring you crashing back to your moustachioed oregonian reality:

the blimp (whose name coincidentally didn't fucked up in their own local paper....) were this kind of party and probably had the best dancing mom of any band we'll see:

not to be outdone, we played ANOTHER show on the sidewalk after and what this video is missing is the knockout punch when the guy from our team weirded the guy from the weird team out so bad he just had to give a 'you win' shrug and bail (its like 35 seconds long so get a snack:
STREET BATTLE
ok still exhausted from last blog . next up = portland, oly, crawdads