Brother and sister weekends. Necessary.

"Table for two, brother and sister weekend?"

Um, and the hostess at Buffalo Wild Wings was like, whatttttt!? "Ohmygahd, are you guys seriously brother and sister? That is SO. Cute."

Well, yeah. No one really lies about being siblings, do they?

I tried to snap some pics! Robby was in town from Colorado from late Wednesday night through Sunday evening. Long trip, actually. We did a newsroom tour -- which made him the happiest person of all time -- a trip to Tahoe/Reno and plenty of Irish car bombs. (Like, PLENTY).

Oh, and he went swimming in the Truckee River. We saw a HUGE basebrawl at the Reno Aces game. And then he proposed to a stranger in the casino and decided it'd be a good idea to swap shirts with some big, muscular guy. Didn't witness that one in person.

Who knew, oversized tanks aren't a good look on a brah with NO muscles. I honestly think I could have filled out that tank better than he did (actually, I know I could have). And I don't think it was supposed to be oversized.

ANYWAY. Had a really great time with my older brother! He told everyone he was six years older than me, so we'll stick with that.

"I feel like I'm dying of cancer and this is my Make-A-Wish weekend. It's like all my old friends came out for one last drink and to put together all these activities! You guys are taking me to all my favorite places and buying me beers and shots. Can I take a picture with the Aces mascot now? Or run the bases or something?" -- Robby