Spooge, Burning Man, and Reno’s Elite: You Can’t Make This Stuff Up

The Social Media post we were sent on Monday, August 18th from one of our readers.

Only in Reno could a story start with a senior citizen, a city councilmember, and a wine bar, then spin its way into a suntan lotion called Spooge headed for Burning Man.

Yes, that Spooge. The Mayor’s side hustle with Dr. Whitney Hovnick. The same Spooge that somehow found its way onto the lips—literally and figuratively—of Reno’s so-called elite, all gathered around a wine bar table. Among the attendees? The Mayor herself, her Spooge partner, EDAWN’s head honcho Taylor Adams and his wife Phoenix, the publishers of Edible Reno-Tahoe (that free magazine you grab at coffee shops), and of course, the councilman’s husband.

And here’s the kicker: this little insider soirée just so happened to be tied to a police report filed by a senior citizen. But don’t worry, the councilmember swears he filed his own report too. We’re waiting for that declaration, the paperwork, and yes—the 911 recording. Can’t wait for the sequel.

Meanwhile, as if Reno politics weren’t absurd enough, Spooge is being pitched as Burning Man’s next big sensation. Forget art cars and dust storms—this year the playa might just be slathered in Spooge. You truly cannot buy this kind of marketing, and you definitely can’t script this level of comedy.

It’s civic theater at its finest. Reno: where the politics are petty, the suntan lotion is sticky, and the punchlines write themselves.