I come from a small town that’s outside of a slightly larger town. Growing up with the phrase, “there’s nothing to do” was not an uncommon thing. Still isn’t. I mean, I don’t visit my parents due to the fact that there’s not much to do past visiting the same coffee shop and loitering in Walmart. Now, living in Reno, which, in Nevada-terms, is the next step up in size from Elko, I still hear that same thing.
“There’s nothing to do.”
Blah blah blah. I’m sure.
I say, TO HELL WITH THAT PHRASE. Make do with what you have. Get off your ass and FIND SOMETHING TO DO.
Not inspirational enough? Not actually getting up and finding something to do?
I figured. You all don’t really know me, so I don’t expect you to take orders from some blonde girl sitting on her couch in the dark with a glass of wine and the Friends theme song playing in the background. That’s fine. That’s why I decided to create this page. I’m here to tell you that you don’t have to drive multiple hours just to do something new and/or fun and/or crazy.
I believe that travel is so much more than going to a new city. We can envision sun-tanned backpackers scaling the Himalayas and bitch about how we don’t have the time/money/clothes/gear/blahblah to do that. But I guarantee that there are things in the place that you call home that you don’t even know exist. I’m a lucky one because Reno’s my trashy little college town that has plenty of secrets. Tahoe’s the backyard, the food is killer, hot men coming from every which way. Like, seriously, what more could I ever need?
I’m here to tell you to quit yo’ bitchin’ and go find something. I don’t care if it’s just a little coffee shop you found. Just go. Seriously.
So that’s what I did yesterday.
I went to the Nevada Museum of Art. It may just have been what I needed to kick myself into gear. I used to go all of the time with my mom and grandma when I visited Reno as a kid, and since then I haven’t really thought about it.
The building itself is odd. The art is awesome. The place was clean. A man in a suit followed me. I don’t really ask for much more than that when going to an art museum.
My boyfriend and I spent just about an hour on the second floor. There was a video art project we sat in a dark room and watched. It was probably some social experiment to see how long people would sit and watch. We sat for about 20 minutes watching a guy walk up a snowy hill and drop pink flags. That was it. THAT was the video. For 20 minutes. It rocked.
The third floor burned some images in my mind. There was some sort of exhibit incorporating animals and art. A lot of it involved taxidermy and dead animals and I might be scarred for the rest of my life. I stood, I stared, I nodded and pretended to understand the deeper meaning of the parakeet carcasses strung together (#art). There was the (empty) rooftop gallery giving wonderful views of downtown Reno.
The first floor had a clean-looking cafe, Chez Louie. We didn’t order food, but we did order a shot of espresso. It was a very sad and HIGHLY overpriced shot. Like $3. Are you kidding me? For that muddy water? The fact that I’m an accidental coffee-snob was pretty apparent there. I know. Most of you hate me. I won’t apologize for loving coffee. I’ll stop talking about it for now.
But all-in-all, it was wonderful. I didn’t even have to go out of my way to get there. It was a 20-minute walk from my apartment.
The point is, go out. Go somewhere. Do something. Create stories to tell. Experience something new. Take pictures. Go go go go go gogogogogogogogogogogooooo.