Now after that many rum and cokes it was difficult to remember the room number. It was either 1831 or 1381 and so I decided, after asking the desk staff to call the room and realizing after I asked that it was after 1 am in the morning, to start at the top and work my way down. Now if I ever meet the poor people that were staying in room 1831 I would, after apologizing profusely, declare that in my inebriated state it was an honest drunken mistake. And yet, if it had been me, I would find it hard to forgive a nights lack of sleep in the midnight lights of Vegas. So, after bangin on the door for a short 15 to 20 minutes and realizing that I didn’t have my bruthahs cell phone number, nowr the number of any in the group, I was hosed and would be walking with a chilled bottle of Captain Morgan’s private stock rum. Good rum and all, but that was a poor salve for the blisters that would form on the feet of your fearless narrator. But then the light that usually forms over the heads of the none too bright in cinema formed over my bleary head and I thought, was it 1831or was it 1381? Since this seemed like a decent quandary to investigate I went down 5 floors and wandered the building.
The door to 1381 was shut but there was the blessed sounds of partying behind it so I knocked on the door and was invited into the room. The pungent odor of cannabis and the blaring sounds of 300 welcomed me into the cacophony. So there was 300 going and then every person other then the only girl there was talking at high volume about , of course, EQ2. the ins, the outs, the everythings. For the next 2 hours there was nothing else discussed. Though being at the fan faire, and meeting everyone in the room at the fan faire, it was not hard to believe that when you throw all us geeks together you get geek talk. So I had a few hits, though the guilt for it was not worth it when later I laid on the fold out sofa blazed and awake in the dark in Vegas, and talked with the others about this and that. The benefits for the scout class and their need for a brutal overkill in agility. (a common thing for me to tell the truth as I am a total agility freak.) So as the crowd began to fade I caught a ride with a pair of my new found friends back to the time share, but being as how I didn’t drive into Vegas, I couldn’t find the damnable place I was staying at. So we drove around Vegas while I tried to find the damnable place when, after I gave directions dependent on the amount of construction cranes in the area I was around, I looked back down the street at a red light and saw the small driveway area leading to the room. I had them park at the road and with assurances of tomorrows meeting at the fan faire I staggered slightly down the drive and up to the room and sought unconsciousness.
