This is Pants herself in her hotel room. I thought she was a little overdressed for an August evening in Las Vegas, but she was already stinking drunk, so I liked my chances.
I decided to take her away from the fake glitz and glamour of the Strip to one of my favorite hangouts at the time, the old Pyramid Roller Rink on Boulder Highway in Henderson. Pants took this photo; she thought black and white would really capture the moment. She was right.
Once inside, we spent a good hour at their bitchin' arcade. Pants is great at Skee-Ball. She won enough tickets to get a faux-rabbit's fur keychain, which she unselfishly gave to me. And to think, it only cost forty dollars of my own money. She's so swell.
We met some really nice people at the rink. These guys gave us a few skating pointers. The one in the middle took quite a liking to Pants. In this photo he's covering up a noticeable erection.
These girls, on the other hand, were like, total bitches. They were all saying to Pants "You could do better, lady" and I was all "Whatever."
Who knew Pants was such an accomplished breakdancer? Or that she owned such a horrid sweat suit?
This is the live band that played "hits of the disco era and beyond". Pants and I couples-skated to their haunting rendition of Jim Croce's "Time in a Bottle". I had to think about baseball statistics so I wouldn't sport wood. At the end of the evening, I didn't have to drive Pants back to the Strip, as these two gentlemen offered to "take care of her for the evening." As I walked away, I thought I heard one of them say something about "gettin' freaky" but I could have been mistaken.
Sadly, less than a month after our date, the Pyramid caught on fire, totally destroying the old roller rink and disrupting an antique car show they were having in the parking lot. Oh, but we'll always have our memories, won't we Pants?