"Guys? Where are we going?"

[mortice]

Year: 1978

I almost made it to the Playboy Club for Gen Con.

Almost.

My buddies had gone the year before, and had come back regaling me of Bunnies serving drinks (I'm still not sure I believe them) and great gaming.

I was ready. I was going the next year, come hell or high water.

We left Chicago, heading up around the lake. I already knew what road to watch for, and was eagerly awaiting seeing the Playboy Club. I had visions of sitting down to game while Hugh's Bunnies flirted around us.

We passed the turn and kept on going. OK, I thought, my buddies know the way, we're still good.

Soon after, we turned. East. The Playboy Club was West.

"Guys? Where are we going?"

"University of Wisconsin," was their reply, barely concealing their smirks now. "They moved it again."

You could probably have heard my scream at the Playboy Club, but that was as close as I got.