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OK, I got one...
Last night of the Forum last year, I'm hanging out with Lia in someone's suite. No recollection of who's it was, but Arkansas Dave was there, Lovable Lucy was there, one Mr. Greenspan was there... I forget who else.
Anyway, it's the last night so we're celebrating all of our hard work until the wee hours of the morning. Many cocktails had been consumed.
At some point, Lia and I decided we needed to go downstairs for something, so we took the stairs.
When we exited the stairwell, we found ourselves in an unfamiliar hallway. Figuring we go down it, open the door at the end, and find someplace familiar, we proceeded on.
Mind you, no one sane was around or awake at this ungodly hour in the morning. So there was no asking for directions.
We ended up in some sort of empty ballroom or something. It seemed obvious that one of the doors in this ballroom would lead to someplace in the main part of the hotel.
Instead, we ended up in some sort of storage corridor, weaving around folded-up tables, cleaning stuff, etc.
Not to be discouraged, we just kept going, somehow finding our way into another ballroom.
The second ballroom was dark however, and much to my surprise filled with tables and chairs.
Drunk, dark and obstacle course don't go well together.
We somehow negotiated that room, but not before I ran into several of the tables and chairs. My shins took the worst of it.
Well, somehow this room emptied us into the main part of the hotel.
We took the elevator back up to the party.
That was Monty and Lia's Drunken, Unguided Backroom Hotel Tour of '06.
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