Subject: ASSC: AFTSD/ASSC-LV (part 2)
From: enigma2@pacbell.net (Enigma)
Date: Tue, 03 Dec 1996 05:37:11 GMT

After a long Thursday morning manning our booth at COMDEX, then
rushing out to meet the IS director at a major hotel casino, I was
heading back to my hotel.  My SO had flown into town and had danced at
Little Darlings and Showgirls, but tonite was just for us.  We had
planned to dine at the Mirage and I was going to be back by 6.

It had started to rain before my last appointment, and by the time I
started to head back, it was getting worse.  I stayed off the strip,
knowing that the side streets parrallel to LV Blvd. would be faster.

Highland, South of Sahara turns by the Tally-Ho into Western.  As I
took the corner I ran into a body of water that looked like when
Charlton Heston told God to drown the Egyptians.  A Jeep 4x4 in front
of me with water up to his hubs sputtered and died.  As my rental
Chevy Cavalier made sounds resembling a chicken choking, I looked
around for high ground.

As I gazed to my left, what should I see but Cheetahs and those red
lips on the sign, beckoning me to higher ground and safety!  With a
prayer and my foot on the accelerator, I gunned the peddle and at
flank speed, made it to the parking lot.

At the door dancers and customers weree watching the show on the
street as the rain increases.  The water was soon up to my wheels in
the parking lot, the swing shift dancers couldn't get to the club, the
day shift couldn't go home, and the customers without an ATM card were
running out of money.  To top it off,  water was now coming through
the roof and streaming down one of the brass poles on stage.

After a couple of drinks and numerous trips to the door to see if the
deluge has abated, I realized that I had to call my lady at the hotel
and tell her I couldn'tt make it back for dinner, and that I was
trapped in a strip club because of a flash flood.

Three hours, many drinks,and a couple of laps later, I finally made it
back to the hotel.  My lady had given up on the Mirage and ordered
room service.

Thankfully she laughed at what had happened.  Being in the business,
she understood, hugged me and proceeded to give me a series of private
lap dances that even put even Cheetahs to shame. 

enigma