Finally, the guard stopped in front of a huge room and gestured us inside. The place looked like a movie set—even more food and an outrageous amount of liquor was available. There was a narrow cot in one corner, only wide enough for one person to lay on.
In this room, only a handful of people grazed at the buffet table, and instead of holding red plastic cups, they were holding cut-glass crystal drink glasses. The room even had a waitress dressed in a micro-mini skirt with her breasts exposed, holding a serving tray and moving through the crowd. I was immediately envious of her perfect young form.
The air was different too. The smell of pot mingled with a dank smoke. I was still light-headed from the stadium. I was feeling inconceivably good, and I couldn’t stop smiling as I was introduc
