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Catalina Carousal VII
La Jolla, California Shell Beach Apartment Hotel June 4-7, 1992 |
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"Hey, don't blame me for that ... I was overserved." |
"Sparkle!!" - Craig G. |
"Gary N. and
Kevin W. were trying to get our new friend (and that
year's groupie) Sparkle to give about-to-be-married Howie F. a free strip show (apparently, this was
something Howie wasn't very anxious to see). Although
luckily unsuccessful, the attempt nevertheless caused
quite a ruckus, with the boom box blaring and
beer-drenched souls howling. This caused hotel managment
to gather and, as it was not their first trip to that
room, they had brought some guests: Hotel Security. Well,
Gary knew the jig was up, and decided to make the most of
it. As Security banged on the door, demanding entrance,
Gary assumed the persona of some quasi-drugged out
criminal and demanded to see some badges before he was
going to open the door. His attitude brought much
laughter from his fellow Carousers, and a quick
banishment from the hotel. He and K-Bone spent the rest
of the evening wandering the streets, eventually finding
soft beds on the hood of their rent-a-car." - Pete B. |
"One of my favorite and most
vivid memories of all Carousals was number VII in La
Jolla. Simon B. and I had to leave SF a bit late on
the first night of the Carousal, and arrived in the area
of the hotel after 9PM. We weren't exactly sure if we
were in the right place or where our rooms were, so we
went looking for other Carousers. Carousers being
Carousers, everybody was out partying. Simon and I
circled the block a few times trying to find an entrance,
but nobody was home. Resigned to our fate, we circle out
front of the rooms to try to dump our stuff someplace.
Suddenly I spy a male figure, hunched up on the curb
between two cars. At first I think it is just a passerby
stopping to rest, but then I hear vomiting. Knowing a
Carouser was likely to be close by, I approached the
stuperous man, gently wretching over the curb. I bend way
over, almost to get a better look at his face. 'Scott?' I
call. He looks up at me. 'Ohhhh. Mmm. (almost a whisper.)
Hello, Ken.' Carouser Scott H. was confirmed. I
knew instantly that we were in the right place." - Ken B. |