The news of ST:TE's impending closure has got me reminiscing about my personal adventures there.
Opening day, a two-hour line to get in and a parade of Trek celebrities. Michael Dorn and Terry Farrel pose for a few photographs... "Jadzia" is wearing painted-on blue jeans and is just breathtakingly beautiful. Later my buddy and I, both wearing combadges, are walking out of the Spacequest Casino area into the main casino as Ethan Phillips and a female companion are walking in. Phillips spots us from several yards away and ducks his head, sort of tucking in to his lady friend to avoid a fannish encounter. We walk right past him and I call back over my shoulder "relax, dude... you're just Neelix."
Of course I will never forget the magic moment of being trasported onto the Enterprise D... looking down at your feet as the lights come up and realizing what's just happened and where you are even before you see the transporter room. I was euqally giddy to be in an Enterprise corridor and walking out nto the bridge was simply amazing... a sort of geek awe had overtaken me.
I remember my first meeting with the Ferengi, singing Klingon drinking songs at the bar... with Klingons, ordering Romulan Ale after Romulan Ale and seeing the next day how it manifests itself on the way out of the body... receiving my first Warp Core Breach... buying my Starfleet Academy class ring... the Halloween party at Quark's one year where I went as a Ferengi... meeting my first Borg drone, then learning through conversation with him that he's "liberated" ala Seven of Nine and partially rehabilitated... the shock of feeling myself being assimilated in the Borg Invasion ride...
I remember the one remarkable evening when the ride still stayed open late... I was the only one in line for the last show of the Klingon Encounter ride and they did the entire show just for me... and not one of the cast cracked a smile or blinked... they played it entirely straight.
I also remember the weekends I'd visit alone while my wife was working out of town for extended periods. I'd get absolutely plastered at the bar and talk to other Trekkies. I met people from Australia and New Zealand and England and Germany as well as from across the US and we all had inebriation and a love of Trek in common, making us instant friends.
I've been so many times I've lost count (one of the perks of living a quick drive away in Southern California) and the place and the people who work there - from the bartenders to the costumed cast to the lady who takes the tickets and stamps your hand and always remembers me - will always hold a special place in my heart and memories.
See you one more time when my wife and I celebrate her birthday there July 28-30.
Thanks for the memories, ST:TE... thanks for the "experience."
It's been... fun.