Turning into Party Pooper, while adding up damages in my mind, I tried unsuccessfully to break up the party. I decided it was hopeless so I went out to sleep in a lounge chair by the pool. Bright and early, I woke up to a tap tapping on my Dr Marten’s. The security was pretty cool but God knows what he thought about a leather jacketed, dyed haired woman snoozing by the pool.
I went in my deserted, trashed room and observed the remains of a game gone sour. I couldn’t sneak out and feel good so I went to the front desk and cut a deal to pay $222 for one wall to be wall papered. Quite a fee in the early ‘90’s!!
Class dismissed......
