ASSC: ASSCon-LV3 Journal (Part 2 of 2) Las Vegas, Nv. Friday, 01/09/98 ASSCon-LV3: The Event ASSCers and friends: Princess DEVON, LV-friend Andy, and an ASSCer cast of thousands ;-) (Alphabetic guest list of ASSCon-LV3 provided by LMR): AMANDA (SaiBaba), CARA ST. JAMES, Charlie (SPBill), Chris (T&182), DARA LYNNE DAHL, DragonFly, Dyn0, Elanna, Fixer, fkn, JANIE (Forte), JayJ, Jim Forte, Jimmy (LA lurker), Josh2000, K-9, Kenhx, Kevin (LMR), Laar, Link, LMR, Lord Mandrake, Marc182, Marcus, Mark Green, Max (LA lurker), Dr. Mazoola, GINGER, Nickuno, PervoBoy, Ren (Xique), RITA, SaiBaba, SERENA (Dyn0), SlowpokeBill, Sullivan Titwillow, Susie (PB), Ted (LMR), TEENA, TIFFANY, Todd (T&182), Trighap, Xique, Cuzzin ALS, AndyE (PDM), Borly, Corinn (Rayne), Brother EDIE, Elizabeth (Krogar), Erip, JackF, Jay Seidel (PDM), JustPhil, The Kid, Krogar, Liza (PDM), LLC, Loren (PDM), Marlow (PDM), MONIQUE (LLC), JP's friend, OCRob, Ook, Pringle, Raul (LA Lurker), RAYNE, Scottie (LMR), Sick66, Speedracer, TallGuy, Tim (PDM), ZBone. * * * * * 1030am when (AGGGH!) a ringing phone wakes me up. It's LV-friend Andy (who I met at last year's CES, a mutual friend of porn star Brooke Waters) calling to ask about my CES plans for the day. Too early to decide anything... It's noon (Princess is still asleep) and I decide to call Andy and take him up on his offer to give us (me?) a ride to CES. He says he can be over within 30 minutes, and to meet him in the MGM Grand lobby. Cool. I let Princess sleep and tell her that I'll be going to the convention, that I'll return around 4-430pm and that the ASSC dinner is at 530pm. I leave a note on the TV for her just in case. Run downstairs and wait near the fountain in the middle of the lobby. Andy appears and we two jump in his car and take off for the Sands Convention Center. Andy refuses to pay the $10 parking fee so he gets us past the parking garage security at the Hilton and we wind up walking a bit to the Sands. Arrive at CES at 215pm. I use DEVON's badge to get Andy a badge holder. We immediately head for the "Private Dancer" booth. Meet AndyE, who's managing the booth. At 230 or so LMR and OGM appear, and shortly after Maz (but no DL). Shortly after, we all split up and head our own directions. After a little less than two hours of being scrunched and smashed in the CES Adult Section aisles... I decide to leave at 4pm. Take the convenient shuttle bus back to the MGM. Arrive back at the hotel room at 430pm, to find DEVON awake, having eaten some room service cereal and toast. As I rested up, DEVON took a shower and began rifling thru her clothes trying to find just the "right combination" for an night out on the town... and at 635pm, we head downstairs to valet parking... * * * * * Jim Forte Welcome to Vegas Dinner Pizza Mia's 7pm - 9pm After dealing with the "crush" known as the CES Adult Video section earlier in the afternoon, resting up a bit and spending time showering/shaving/drying/brushing AND apparel-adjusting, Princess (with tiara) Devon and I arrived at Pasta Mia for Jim Forte's ASSCon- LV3 welcome dinner promptly at 7pm, EXACTLY the time LMR's itinerary stated the pre-ASSCon-LV3 dinner was to wrap up! Oh well, we were just being, uh, "fashionably late". Park our Alamo-rented, easy-to-identify ;-) white Chevy Cavalier (aka "batmobile") in the Pizza Mia parking lot, grab my ubiquitous backpack and Devon and I proceed toward the restaurant. Run into SaiBaba and his lovely BYOD Amanda, standing outside in the cold catching an "air break". Yep, this MUST be the right place. Hello hugs. Devon giggles "Hey Sai, ready for another knock in the head?" (Devon accidentally bopped Sai in the forehead with her shoe - a loud "knock" - while he HMS'd her during his last CP visit ;-)). We enter the restaurant, stride quickly past the "family section" and step into the back room where were seated a large contingent of ASSCers, dancers and guests. I'm greeted immediately by LMR, Laar, K-9, DragonFly, Dr. Mazoola, and GINGER (MsGinger/OGM), who immediately asks where the dog collar is. Why in my backpack, of course. So I whip it out and ask OGM if she would fasten it. She does. Room applause, laughter. CARA, after seeing the collar ritual, orders me on all fours and gives me a delightful course in obedience, Minneapolis-style ;-). I *like* Mistress CARA. I then reach into the backpack and pull out the dog dish and make my way to the back table "reserved" by Sullivan Titwillow, DARA LYNNE and my bwutt-lovin' Princess. Turns out we weren't the only ones who arrived a bit late (several others had as well), so food was JUST being ordered and served. Good thing too... I was STARVING! I ordered tortellini, Princess and Sulley the lasagna, and DARA LYNNE the chicken something-or-other. After ordering, I gave in to my urge to mingle and jumped one table over and visited with Fixer and his friends Xique and Ren. Salad and soup were served shortly after, so I returned to my table where Princess graciously dumped my salad into the dog dish. Amidst the feeding frenzy, I also wind up devouring most of DARA LYNNE's bean soup... Caution: Keep all hands and feet away from my mouth. After the first course, I wandered over to the front table and visited (finally!) with my LV friend Andy . In the process, I also met and chatted with his tablemates PervoBoy and PB's friend Susie. The main entrees were soon served so I immediately return to my table where Princess and I share (as always) lasagna and tortellini. Subtly "borrow" garlic bread from Fixer's table. Mmmm. TEENA yells from across the room, "Hey Bubba! Why aren't you eating (the pasta) from the dog dish?!" Loud laughter from the "Tuscon table" (TEENA, TIFFANY, Marc182, Todd, Chris) ;-). After getting my fill of pasta, I moved across the room and "bothered" Trighap, Elanna and tablemate Kenhx for a bit. Then later the folks sitting at the middle table: Link, SlowpokeBill, JayJ, fkn, Nickuno and CP RITA. Never did make it to the other half of the room... Group photo time... and the problem: How to squeeze 50+ people into one photo? Well, I know where to go... drop to the floor and go doggie with the dish. And suddenly I felt a crowd of people on my back: TEENA, CARA, a few hundred others :) <click click click>. All done. Now it's time to head over to Olympic Gardens! I follow Andy's lead thru the light drizzle along the backroads of off-Strip LV residential areas and alleys, and BOOM, we're suddenly in the OG parking lot. Leave the backpack in the car... didn't want to assume it was ok upon first arrival to bring things into the club. * * * * * ASSCon-LV3 Olympic Garden 930pm - 130am Pay the black-tied doorman $15 admission each for our mini "ASSCon" group (Princess, Andy and me) and we enter the cavernous club. I ask where the ASSCon-LV3 group is and the doorman points to the room on the left, so we head that direction and start looking for ANY familiar faces. And right away, we run into a group of ASSCers (TallGuy, JustPhil and friend, Ook, Fixer, The Kid, Trighap and Elanna, Borly, K-9, probably others) standing in the aisleway. OG is so crowded we don't have anywhere to sit. As we mill about assessing the situation, I hear DEVON scream "SICK!" and she runs and jumps Sick66(!) as he appears thru the doorway :-). Any apprehension I had about "going doggie" in OG soon disappeared so I rushed back to the car and retrieved my dog dish and dog collar. A few of us head over to the right side of the room and actually find a table... and a few are even able to find seats. Princess fastened the dog collar around my neck, and upon seeing this, a pretty OG blonde asks me "Can I take you for a walk?" I say sure, then jump on all fours and begin scurrying behind her as she leads me through the club... to the howls and laughter of everyone (dancers and customers). We pass the front desk, and I suddenly see an obstruction... the black-tied doorman, who says sternly, "We ONLY let two-legged of your kind here!" So I hop up onto my knees and begin begging ;-). The doorman, not smiling, says "If you don't get on your feet, you're outta here". Ooops. So I stand up and begin walking with my dancer Mistress, who turns to me and whisper-apologizes for getting me "in trouble" but admits it was the funniest thing they've seen at OG in a LONG time... then just as we get out of eye-shot of the doorman, she looks around and says "Ok, coast is clear... get on the floor again!" And I scurry with her back to our table ;-). A few ASSCers and I try to coax the doorman/MC to allow our group first crack at the upstairs room after they open it. The MC then announces on the PA (but barely audible above the loud OG crowd noise and music), "ASSCON party, get ready to go upstairs". It was agreed that since I was in dog collar (i.e., recognizable), I could help with the crowd control for wayward ASSCers not knowing where to go... and in all the ruckus, I never did hear when they opened the room upstairs... all I saw was a mass migration of ASSCers making their way up the stairs... and everyone began taking chairs and tables as quickly as possible. I spend much of the first half-hour or so upstairs (1030-11pm) continuing in my role as crowd coordinator... and during one of my numerous downstairs jaunts, run into LMR (finally!), OGM, DARA LYNNE, etc., as they walk into the club. OGM has brought mini-dark chocolate M&Ms (YUM!) and a nice, thick bone!!! During one of my excursions back upstairs I jump and "hump" Kiddo. Without question the funnest ride I had all night ;-). Because of the combination of grog, flashing lights, loud music, mass crowds and beautiful bodies EVERYWHERE, the remainder of the evening was a semi-psychadelic experience with momentary flashes of recollection: big hug greeting for my friend, the inimitible ZBone; sitting and chatting with long-lost pal JustPhil and his friend; Cuzzin and Brother make a grand entrance a little past midnight; after returning from a stroll DEVON gives me a "blow-by-blow" account of SaiBaba's big performance, er, performance; DEVON and I watching and wondering why TallGuy, in the distance, is just standing, and, standing, and, uh, hmmm... Cuzzin, Brother, Princess and I take seats along the tiprail to watch and "play" with the OG stage dancers. But I think we scared them away with our "antics"... and damn wouldn't you know that RITA, Nickuno, Fixer and Sick66 on the other side of the tiprail got higher mileage than us ;-). Damn! And, a major highlight of the night: Brother hands me a gift... a Polaroid of one of her recent toilet masterpieces... "Say Cheese", eh M182? ;-) Running out of gas, Princess and I share a long time in our new OG "office", napdancing. And finally, at 130am, we bid adieu to everyone and depart OG. Raining lightly. We take The Strip back toward the MGM, when Princess notices the "99- cent foot-long hot dog" sign at one of the hotels. So we pull into the parking lot and try to find the snack stand for it. We fail. While we head back for the MGM, Princess mentions how she just LOVES 7-11 hot dogs and Slurpees. So I detour to Paradise Rd., pull into the first 7-11 I see and we scramble inside for hot dogs, Spicy Nacho Doritos, and large blue Slurpees. Uh, how does that old jingle go... oh yeah, "Oh thank heaven..." -Bubba