After a 4 hour drive from LA to Las Vegas, we checked into our room at Treasure Island and within 10 minutes I was downstairs at a place called Isla ordering a double Jack Straight up. Due to a problem with the register the lady only charged me for a single, so the day was starting out very well to say the least. Listened to stories about how the bartender dropped a nickel into her seat belt latch and could not get the seat belt to latch. Then ordered a second double. After more stories from the bartender I decided to go upstairs and relax a bit.
Got online catted around a bit, then got a call from Marie to come by her room and hang out. Met Marie finally, Jenny and Sheila, drank rum straight and then after 20 years, there was a knock on the door. The minute it opened up, I saw someone that I honestly recognized right off. Megan Fletcher walked in. Last time I saw Megan was outside of the bookstore in Baumholder, December 29, 1993. She looked almost the same, it was really nice to see her again. After talking with her for about an hour or so I headed back downstairs to meet up with another old friend.
Went downstairs and got together with Ivan Maxfield and his wife Kim. From there it was pretty much a blur. I remember seeing people Like Amy Mason, Ken Shields and a slew of others at Kahunaville, but names and faces were lost. Apparently, I am a hugger, I hugged everyone from what people have told me. I do recall leaving Kahunaville after the bartender told me that I had been cut off. I wandered around looking for the elevator that would take me to my floor. Somehow I ended up on I want to say the 32nd floor (My room was on 14), four guys in suits stopped me and asked me I was a guest on that floor. Since all of the rooms and hallways look alike I said yes and pointed down the hall to where I thought my room was.
They quickly pushed me back into the elevator and told me to go downstairs. Which I did.
Got into the right elevator this time and hit what I thought was floor 14 and got out, staggered down the hall to what I thought was room 14089 and started inserting my keycard and the door would not open. So I kept doing it, getting frustrated until I heard an ominous voice behind the door say, “Dude, you got the wrong room drunkass.” I looked up and the room number read 12089. I staggered down the hallway till I got to the elevator again and got to my floor and into my room and proceeded to crash out.
Apparently I called Jocelyn and told her what was going on and how pissed off I was at security. I do not recall that phone call.