The Isle of Capri, a stationary yacht complete with gaming floor, hotel suites, exhibition space, and three restaurants, had valet parking, so Alicia and I left Sam in the capable hands of the head valet. As we approached the casino resort, I was taken in by its beauty. Bright lights in neon colors seemed to cover every space of the exterior. The obvious theme was the Caribbean tropics, but I felt certain that the tropics had never looked so flashy and contemporary. Inside the front lobby was a fountain with rainbow colored waters – compliments of multi-colored underwater lights. On the left was an information desk, so I stopped to ask where we could find the Flamingo Bay Ballroom. A middle-aged woman with dishwater gray hair smiled as I drew near. “May I help you?” she asked. I noticed that she was wearing a nametag with the name “Sue” engraved on it. “I’ve been invited to a party at the Flamingo Bay Ballroom, and I was wondering if you could point me in the right direction,”
