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I want to thank my knights in cowboy boots and stetson hats. As most of you know, I spent the night to the last man standing in 155 on Friday night. I left about 3:30 am . got to my room after wandering in the wilderness of the halls up to the 2nd floor to my room. My key refused to work. I kept swishing it, and swishing. No one else around. Left and was wandering again. went outside and there up on the balcony was some of our group still partying. They hollared at me and asked if I needed help and boy did I. T hey invited me up their room, gave me a beer and started to ck on my card. They thought this old lady just didn't know how to work the thing.Long story short, it didn't work for them either. CAme back and called the desk. Desk said I was trying to get into the wrong room I should be in 245.not 247. That was ridiculous. , my friends from San Antonio were in that room. Finally convinced them I was not going to open and go int o the room where others were sleeping. They rekeyed t he card and I finally got into my room at 4:30 My problem is I don't know the names of my benefactors and I was in such a state, I didn't even ask. So please step forward and accept the gratful thanks of tired old lady who had the time of her life. |
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