Twenty-five years ago this month, four good friends went to Las Vegas. We were to attend a ski show and pass out brochures. None of us had been to Vegas - ever. On the drive to Albuquerque to catch the plane, we made a pact: what goes on the road stays on the road. I was 29 years old.
Pictured here: Jodie (who kept closing her eyes and then held them wide open) Me, Joy, and Janetta. Then the photographer took individual shots. After Bally's we went to some dance club. That is when we found out that the Navy Tailhook Association was having a convention in Vegas. There were Navy and Marines everywhere. No lack of dance partners! We met up with some Navy pilots (weren't they all pilots?) who escorted us to the third floor of the Hilton. My claim to fame is that I walked the gauntlet and kept all my clothes on. Well, except for my dressy cowgirl boot, which got removed when several young men sang to me, poured liquor down my leg, and, well, that stays in Vegas (Okay,they drank from my leg).
There will always be VEGAS to remember. And I got this cool T-shirt.