I've been meaning to tell this story about the convention too...so here goes.
One of the people from my office who attended was Nikko. He's a fairly attractive 20-year old, and while at the convention he finds that they don't usually check your ID, and that the Tribute Dinner for Nancy Pelosi had two bottles of wine on every table. Then he finds out that the Morongo Tribe has a HOSTED bar (they spent about $30 grand for the night). Yup, free booze+twenty year old. Around 11:30 he calls me and says "Dan, come get me!"
I find him in the hallway, sprawled in a chair with a security guard standing over him. The security guard goes "He yours?".
I almost laughed but accepted responsibilty for the drunk straight boy. Manuel (my best friend and ex-boyfriend), help him stand up and start walking him down the hallway. Not too bad until he starts to puke. He pukes into the empty cup, filling it halfway. Whew, not too bad, and we head for the nearest garbage can.
Halfway there, he erupts with a lot of vomit (wine+tequilla=not good). A janitor rushes over with a wheeled garbage can and Nikko finished puking in there. It takes fifteen minutes to round up my partner and get going, putting Nikko in the luggage area of the SUV. We stop in gaslamp quarter so he can puke some more, drop an attorney off at his hotel, and then take Nikko to his very posh room at the Hyatt Islandia. The bastard. Much nicer room than we had...
So, here he is being half-carried back to his room by three gay men. We get him inside, and he flops down face-first on the bed. I comment: "Hmm, there's a drunk straight boy face down on the bed and three gay men in the room. How interesting."
He sobered up instantly.
Poor Nikko...he's never going to live this down...