Got to Harrah's a bit before 1:00 and met up with high school classmate, Jeanne P. We went to a bar/restaurant in the casino and I was introduced to John B., her--well, her boyfriend. He's a nice guy--good-looking,too--and he sat with us for a few minutes, then went off to break the bank.
Jeanne introduced me to a mojito made with vodka instead of rum, which I liked a lot. We had sandwiches and I a Blue Moon, while we talked and talked and talked.
Jeanne has four daughters and several granddaughters, born within just a few years, and has been divorced for some time. She was a real beauty in earlier days, a Miss Atlantic City contestant, and pursued by all the boys. She retains an attractive, if more mature look and a warm, vivacious nature. After a hiatus of more than a half century, we met up again on Facebook and keep in occasional touch.
We talked more in their room. I was surprised at the small size and uninspired decor, but I think it was "comp" room. (I should quit comparing every hotel with the Fairmont Singapore, I guess.)
More talk and lots of laughs, then Jeanne accompanied me to the parking garage. That's where the fun ended, as I could not find my car. I was sure it was on the second level and purple--they use colors for identification, but not very effectively--and I wandered around looking for a good twenty minutes. Finally asked a person I saw coming out of an employee door and she went back with me to search. No luck, she called Security and after a long wait, they came, and told me the purple level is actually on floor one. He took me in his jeep, we drove around and found it, and I got home with no more problem.