- Mike, Ken, and I decided to take Gary to Vegas seeing as he was marrying Tammy soon. We rented a big car in San Diego, and took it to Vegas, with Mike driving. At one point somewhere between Barstow and Stateline, Mike yelled, "Hey, look at this!" He had managed to drive so fast that the needle on the speedometer had gone all the way to the right and disappeared behind the dash.
- We picked the Riviera because we thought we should take Gary someplace nice. (Was the Riviera nice? What did we know?) It was decided that Mike and Gary would share a room, and I would share one with Ken.
We checked in at about 9:00 or 10:00 at night, we took the elevator up to the second floor (where both our rooms were), Gary and Mike went one way, and Ken and I the other.
Ken and I were looking for our room, #286. The only door that had #286 on it also said, "Executive Suite." We tried the key, and sure enough, we had been given a suite with a living room, two TV's, a wet bar, and a Jacuzzi in the bathtub.
Once Ken and I stopped laughing, we called Gary and Mike and said, "How's your room? Why don't you come over and see ours?"
The crowning moment to this whole thing, though, came late that night when Ken returned to the room and I was already fast asleep. He could hear the couple in the next room, and the woman was yelling at her husband saying, "How come we didn't get a suite? You promised we'd have a suite! I expected a suite!" Then a pause and, "I hope you're happy in there, 286!"*
- As Mike was paying for the prime rib we had just eaten at the old Palm Room at the Stardust, Ken decided to dump the quarters he had into the row of slots that used to be right outside the restaurant. He managed to line up three 7s diagonally: $250.00.
*Looking back, Ken and I should have traded rooms with Mike and Gary, seeing as it was Gary Bachelor party. We were young and insensitive. Sorry about that, guys.
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