Great report, Dale. It was great to finally meet you and share that brief moment at the end when the tears were flowing and yet we were still applauding the accomplishment. I just got misty again reading your story.
I've known some of these people since Nov. 1997 when the training started and many of them have grown to become very good friends. I don't know where we will automatically meet up on the times I return to Vegas but I know I will see them all again somewhere.
For my story, I have to backtrack a little. When I first moved to Vegas in '97, my then wife had a job she couldn't get out of for a while (money was too good and we thought my stay at STTE would be only for a year), so I called up the only other 5 people who got hired from the Southern CA area to see if they wanted a roomate. It ended up three of us split a three bedroom place for a year. One of those people was Mark Weitz, better known to most of you as Churoq. Lorin moved back to CA after about two years and my wife moved to Vegas after a year but we got divorced and went off to grad school.
For this last day, Lorin and I drove out to Vegas like we had all those years ago, told old "war stories", and stayed overnight at Mark's, the old roomates reunited for one night only.

We got in Sun. night and headed straight for Quark's. The place was packed and the bartenders and waiters looked beat-up but still trying to keep it together. We saw old friends and I introduced Lorin to all the new friends I've made over the past year as I've spent more time at Quark's knowing the end was near. I even finally spoke to Dale in person. Huzzah!
The next day started out very quietly, or at least not as packed as I was expecting. Also, The Ugly Couch Show team recruited us for their crew and we staked out a table in the bar as our morning HQ. Check out
www.uglycouchshow.com. They also have footage from Comic-Con and pictures from the Con and Creation 2008. I'm sure new footage and photos will be posted soon (if it's not there already). All of these guys are former Experience employees and the show is really tight these days.
As the day went on, it got more and more crowded and loud. I went on my final Klingon Encounter, had my last Warp Core Breach and my last Flaming Ribs of Targ. I also ran into old friends who have moved on to other Vegas venues and we talked about our behind the scenes book idea. Everyone wanted to contribute. We also shared stories of the first pre-opening Holiday party where Mark, Lorin and I presented Star Trek: The Experiment ("Before there was the $70 million Star Trek: The Experience at the Las Vegas Hilton, there was the $7 Star Trek: The Experiment in Tom Rapone's [then General Manager] garage") made up of cardboard boxes, toilet paper rolls, flash cameras and a blow-dryer. There was also a version of "Hey Big Spender" presented by many of our ex-showgirl performers dressed as Trek aliens and a performance by a Klingon Elvis. Tons of fun and fondly remembered after ten years. We talked about how the climate controls in the Grand Corridor were always out of whack so that it was always freezing there (colds aplenty). We talked about the one time, after all the hype about being able to move 1300 people through the Experience per hour, we were actually able, for one hour, to get our top speed up to 1100, never met or surpassed since. We talked about the time a dog made it onto the shuttle, how my friend Gregg can proudly say he was the one who beamed Scotty aboard, how we all tried, no matter what broke down, to keep the show going and not break character. Years of experiences at The Experience.
It was fun to talk to Chase Masterson and Suzie Plakson (who couldn't stress enough how honored she was to be asked to lead the closing ceremony [there should also be two other links to the closing ceremony on Youtube]). Garrett Wang stopped by and stayed til the end. Beverly Washburn was as gracious as ever. We left the bar with me holding three plastic ups of Warp Core Breach (one was the remnants of my friend's drink, two were mine). I believe I may have been the last one to leave a baseball. The closing ceremony is everything Dale described. I held it together pretty well until the aliens statred leaving and then completely lost it when they presented April with the flag. The after party was very wakelike but the current management was given gifts from the present employees in honor of their hard work in holding the place together for the last few years even in the face of a declining budget.
I left of my own accord to further my education and take on my current teachings positions. Now everyone is forced to move on. I sicerely hope they all have bright futures ahead of them and will do what I can to ensure that they do.
STTE is dead! Long live STTE!