Eight Crazy Nights, Vegas Detainee Follow-up

So you read here about the time I got detained in a secret hallway in Vegas.

And I don’t think you’ll be surprised to “learn” that I don’t totally remember all of the details. Like how I got in there or how I got out.

But I can tell you what I do remember. Vividly.

A hallway. Like, a huge hallway. I have absolutely no idea where it is or how one would access it, but there’s a hallway large enough to fit a vehicle in the Wynn hotel. (and I’m sure all the rest of them as well)

An ambulance. Oh, how I wish we had video footage of my face when the ambulance pulled into the secret hallway. I thought it was the beginning of the end. (it was for some other dude)

A folding chair. I came to on a folding chair in said hallway. This is where I sat for all the happenings in the detention center.

A little office. From this little office, there were some workers trying to communicate with me by asking me questions about where I was, etc. Now, I’ll tell you one thing: Beverly here likes to get a solid buzz going every now and then and really cut loose. But I generally know where I am. I responded to her question very precisely, “I’m at Tryst Nightclub at the Wynn hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. I live in MyCity, MyState. My address is XYZ. I’m here with my friend, KB’s bachelorette party. Her phone number is XXX-480-…” And then I blanked. One thing you don’t know about Bevvy G is that I have an uncanny knack for memorizing phone numbers. I used to be better at it than I am now, but, unlike most 30-somethings in the US, I’d say I know 10-15 of my close friends’ and family members’ cell phone numbers. KB happens to be one of them. I can tell you right now: it’s XXX-480-1471. And I only looked in my phone to confirm that, not to look it up. However, I could not come up with the last four digits that night in Vegas, and my friends had my purse/phone, so we couldn’t call anyone. After blanking on KB’s phone number, things get a little fuzzy (OK, fuzzier) but the next thing I knew, I was walking up to a wall with a secret door and back into Tryst, much to my friends’ delight.

And that’s the time I got detained in a secret hallway in Vegas. And, most likely, the closest to an arrest that I’ve ever been.

-Bev