Memories Part III

Okay, so I probably had to let the memories fully sink in before my brain would let me remember the rest. And indeed I do now. So we stayed at another friend's house for a few days more until the head of household (my friend Suzi's boyfriend's older brother) found out we were wanted so we had to leave. The only thing we could decide on was to head back to Utah and try to explain the situation the best we could. In other words, we decided to face the music and take our lashings. Unlike our first return trip back to Utah, this time we had to hitch a ride back. I remember walking North on I-80 from exit to exit (like three I think), and finding a hippy guy about our age trying to hitch a ride in the same direction. Of course, me being me wanting to help everyone, I thought we would better his chances at getting a ride if we hooked up with him (no Tom, it wasn't sex; get your mind out of the gutter). So yes, it was not long before we got a ride (all three of us) but our ride was only going as far as Reno, NV. It was snowing like crazy, probably registered about 15 degrees farenheight, and our ride dropped us off in downtown Reno. Since it had been almost 24 hours that we had eaten, my sister and I decided that we would panhandle for change and get some eats. The guy we picked up had tried talking me into giving him my gun (ha ha ha) before we were dropped off and then he wanted to panhandle on the same corner as us. We said thanks but no (he seemed really leechy and stupid). We (my sister and I) were in front of Harrahs and he (the doofus) was catty corner from us in front of some other big named casino. Mostly we asked taxi cabs for change cuz they seemed to give us all of their change which was usually around three bucks. Times three that was enough to get us a breakfast sandwich each and have some left for emergencies. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that we soon learned how to take a casino bath (or nice public restroom shower). Just use the warm water and hand soap to wash up (even hair, but you gotta have a comb or brush for that one), and the heated hand dryer can be manipulated in many directions; just like blow drying my hair at home! Back to the panhandling thing. So a Paddy Wagon pulls up and totally arrests this guy that we were hitch-hiking with. Thank God we were not with him and decided that he should not be with us! Se la vi! Cum si cum sa! That's what he got for being a know-it-all and for trying to talk me out of my gun! And it was me who wanted to help him......hmmmm. So after that, me and my sis went and stuffed ourselves at Micky Dees and resumed our thumbing abilities at the nearest onramp to I-80 East. Our first offer was two guys our age in a Stingray (older Corvette). They were not going any significant distance towards our destination, but hey, they were cute and driving a corvette! So we climbed in (or rather lowered ourselves in) and ended up going to a mesa which overlooked the entire city of Reno and drinking a few bottles of wine. I had told them (after we had driven a bit) that I had a gun, and we all agreed since we were drinking and driving that I should stash it under the passenger's seat. I did. I think we went and ate at like BK or some sort of fast food chain after we drank the vino, and I remember asking them to drop us off at any Interstate 80 onramp. I absolutely recall that when they dropped us off, suddenly they could not find my gun under the passenger's seat! I totally called bullshit and physically jumped (dove) into the passenger's front seat and started digging around under the seat. Of course I found my gun. It was kinda like (really like) nice try guys; better luck next time! So there we were, trying to hitch a ride back to Utah on an onramp in the midst of Reno, Nevada. And it was freekin cold! I would guesstimate that it took only about fifteen minutes for someone to stop. However, this someone was a trucker hauling three trailers, and apparently when one (trucker) is hauling more than one trailer, it is (at that time) highly illegal to both pull over on an onramp or exit off of any major highway and illegal for any truckers (apparently from his company) to pick up hitch-hikers. Being that both me and my sister were quite tanked, I tried to boost her up into the cab first. There are these handles on semi's that help a person step up into the cab. However, I think my sister , at the time, thought it was some kind of gymnastics and/or circus bar. While she managed to get her foot on the step and grab hold of the handle (with the help of my head under her butt), I think she actually believed that she was a part of said circus because she started swinging back and forth from the hand bar (rail, whatever,....hand thingy works too) while yelling out nonsensical things (words meaning to be phrases I think). So meanwhile the driver is getting pretty pissed off cuz he is sacrificing his license to pick us up and yells at me to get her under control and into the cab.