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The Lost Laker
A Transplanted L.A. Hoops Fan Hosts 30 Friends
Who Get Buzzed in Charlotte's Bee Hive for a Game

By Gordon Vasquez
El Segundo, CA

CHARLOTTE, N.C. – Three years ago USAirways closed its LAX flight attendant and pilot base resulting in 1,000 ids-placed employees. One of those employees decided to transfer to the Charlotte base and stay with the airline. By choosing to do so, however, he gave one of his favorite activities, going to Los Angeles Lakers games.

Thus, this mid 40s gentlemen became "The Lost Laker."

Pete is his name and like any devoted sports fans, he devised a method for seeing his Lakers play with friends he left behind in L.A., as well as others scattered about the country. He put together a Road Trip to Charlotte when the boys from L.A. come in to play the Hornets.

So, once a year, guys from all over the U.S. assemble for a 3-day raging party and a chance to see the Lakers kick some butt.

This year, we met the third week of February to see Kobe, Shaq and the guys whip the Hornets in the "Bee Hive."

The party started on a Thursday, one day before the Big Game when 30 people – including myself and three others from L.A. – invaded Pete's territory (those with wives brought them along for their own party).

The first activity was the "House Party" with Pete hosting a tequila-shooting debacle at his house in Huntersville, a Charlotte suburb.

Most of us only get together for this once-a-year event and we party it up as heavy as humanly possible. As the night progresses, people begin to drop left and right. At least one guy passes out and rides that magic porcelain bus which give everyone a big laugh.

Friday was the big game and Pete had set up a Party Bus from www.RaginUptown.com. The party bus picked us up at 6 p.m. – 30 guys piled in with plenty of hard alcohol and a keg for good measure. Imagine the carnage of having 30 guys on a booze-loaded with NO WOMEN!

With all those cocktails on board, we took our time getting to the game and arrived at the Hive just about tip off. We continued to party inside. All except The Lost Laker – he partied too heavily and had to take a quick power nap on the bus during the first part of the game!

It was not too difficult to see that the Hive needs to be upgraded. It does not have any luxury suites. And without luxury suites you fail to attract luxury fans. And luxury fans always include rockstar-looking babes. With that type of eye candy missing, one could easily imagine what was on our minds besides a Laker victory.

It was an epic game. The Lakers trailed for most of it until Kobe dropped in a game-winner at the buzzer. The Lost Laker, back with us now, loved it!

We got quite buzzed in the Hive and after the game had a little trouble finding our bus. Once we got there, though, we were ready for some club action. We headed straight to the Have a Nice Day Café downtown, a 70s theme club with locations in various U.S. cities.

It's rated as one of Charlotte's best clubs and within a few moments my buddy Dave and I found out why. We came across three insane babes. One was a Daisy Fuentas look-alike. The other two were as loaded up on conversation as we were on booze. Eventually, they met everyone in our group.

Of course the killer babes did not believe we flew in just for a Laker game. They sure weren't like L.A. girls – full of Southern charm and very low maintenance. In fact, only one cheesy drink was requested upon the first offer as an icebreaker. We did well with only 5 bucks spent for the 30 minutes of entertainment they provided us and when the song by Sir Mixalot, "Baby's got Back" came on, their asses were swaying – these babies definitely had some back.

But this could only satisfy the whole group for so long, so it was off to the Uptown Cabaret. This strip club was packed to the gills and every Pimp Daddy in town was there. Lap dancers were available for $10 on the lower level and 20 bucks upstairs. The place would have been better if they limited the amount of people inside. It was OK but we should have probably chose The Gentlemen's Club on the other side of town.

The Party Bus ride came quick back to Pete's and another great trip to visit "The Lost Laker" was a success yet again.

Next stop on the Party Bus: 2002 Winter Olympics