A Night I Don't Remember

I was a graduate student at the University of Las Vegas in 1979. A good friend of mine was getting married and the groom's entourage headed for the strip to party. Everyone got drunk. I woke up with a woman in bed with me. Dealing with my hangover it took me a long half hour to understand I was being told I had married the woman in my bed. The marriage license was real, my name, my signature. Her name, her signature. She was a cocktail waitress.

The license was real, official. She was 23, she just looked sleazy in the cocktail outfit and makeup. After cleaning up she looked better, she claimed to be half Cherokee from Stillwater, Oklahoma. She moved in with me in my apartment. Anything for me not to push her away. I ended up keeping her.