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.

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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...


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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