My First Vist To The Fiesta---Part 2

My first visit to Fiesta was one I will always remember. I had no idea what the night had in store for me. I naturally assumed this would be similar to the other bars I had experienced along the Gulf Coast...But boy, was I in for a surprise. We started out the trip by scoring some tabs in Mobile. Jimmy, Jason, and I pooled our money and bought 10 tabs that night. The plan was to sell off 4 of them and end up paying around $5-7 a piece for ours. Jason assured me that we would have no problem unloading four of them at $25 a piece. Once we had the beans in hand, we rendezvoused up with another crowd of folks who were headed over to Biloxi also. Everyone seemed to be hyped up about going to this bar. I remember thinking, what is so special about a nightclub? Since I had a fake ID, I had been to many bars in Pensacola and Mobile. I liked drinking with friends, shooting some pool, and meeting girls, but I wasn't one for dancing. I just couldn't imagine what was so special about this place. I was given a glimpse into what it was all about the night before when Jimmy and Jason were telling me about it on the ride home from FWB....but, you figure guys exaggerate and bullshit you, so you never know what to believe. Looking around at the others in the group I noticed that I seemed a little out of place. It was May, but my friend Jimmy had on a white, long sleeve turtle neck t-shirt. When I asked him about it, he said it helps him sweat better...I really didn't understand that at the time. Jason and most of the other guys in our crew were dressed in Z-Cavaricci's or similar style pants with either a black button up shirt or a black, dressy T-shirt. I remember looking at my stone wash jeans and denim button down shirt and thinking that I hope I don't stick out like a sore thumb with the rest of the crowd at this bar. Once we hit the road, we lit our first joint around the state line.....I smoked allot a weed back then and always had a bag on me. I remember the sunroof being open on Jimmy's car and the night was warm and clear. You could see thousands upon thousands of stars in the night sky as we made the journey across the Pascagoula bridge. Somewhere just past Gautier, the flashing lights on top of a tall radio tower came into view. Jimmy and Jason both looked at each other and in unison said "Eat Em Up". This landmark was evidently their que to eat a tab. They explained that Fiesta was 20-25 minutes away and this would time it so that once inside, your roll would be starting to kick in. So, we each ate a tab and washed it back with a few sips of the cold beer we had bought on the way out of town. Sure enough, 20 minutes later we were pulling into the parking lot of Fiesta, and Man-Oh-Man...was I amazed. From the outside parking lot this place seemed HUGE. There were what seemed like 400-500 cars in the parking lot. It was around 10:00pm and there was a line of at least 200-300 people stretched around the front and side of the building. We found some friends of Jimmy's already in line and cut into the line with them. I could feel the tab starting to kick in as I started to get that queasy feeling in my gut and I started to yawn uncontrollably. I soon realized that some of what Jimmy and Jason had told me was in fact true. HOT, young girls, baring allot of skin were everywhere to be seen. Sure enough, the girls seemed to outnumber the guys too. Most everyone that was in line was dressed pretty flashy. I remember feeling a little under-dressed, however, I wasn't the only one dressed in jeans. There were a few rednecks scattered among the crowd. I remember spotting a few mullet haircuts, a few baseball caps, and allot of others wearing jeans too. Once we made it up close near the entrance, I remember thinking to myself, from the outside, this place kind of looks a little run down and like a dump. I handed my fake military ID to the bouncer. He looked at it then back at me. He then said, "Your hair is a little long to be in the Navy". I panicked slightly at first since no one had ever questioned me on the ID before. I told him I was home on leave recovering from an injury and I had let it grow out while home. Not sure if he bought it, but he let me pass. I paid the girl behind the register, got my handstamp, and proceeded through the big red door into a world like I had never experienced before......TO BE CONTINUED.