I was at a meeting, a performance, or some other kind of large audience-type gathering, in an auditorium or fellowship hall.  Kent Heudson and some other GI's from the agency were there.  Kent and I especially had been kidding each other, but I was embarrassed when he cut up out loud and called attention to us while the proceedings were going on.  Afterwards I realized that he had hidden my tiki (the one my wife Bonita brought back from Hawaii), and I was twisting his arm, along with that of one of his confederates, to make them tell me where it was.  I was rather serious about it, because it was time for me to leave, but his arm was so flexible and limber that I couldn't hurt him very much.  Audrey Sturgeon was nearby, and I guess I thought she was in on it, because I got mad and pulled the top of her dress down to her waist.  She was wearing a slip.  Later I went up to her and apologized and tried to kiss her, but she was still mad and wouldn't let me.  Apparently many of us had changed clothes there, because she was looking for her black dress and couldn't find it before leaving.  When I went into one of the dressing rooms or bathrooms to get my stuff, her dress and shoes were in there, and I hoped I could take them to her and redeem myself, but she had gone.  I had been wearing my dress green uniform, and when I put the jacket back on I noticed that the rank insignia were missing, as was the US and the branch insignia.  Actually, they were all in a little pile.  There were other officers -- higher ranking -- nearby, and I was afraid they would see me that way and embarrassed that they might have seen me like that when I came in.  At this point I was getting dressed in a wire mesh locker room.  When I got ready to leave the place, I ran into Rhonda Addilio at the door.  I told her I was embarrassed to admit it, but that Bonita and I had been in Rome a few months before, but just hadn't had time to call her.  She seemed to understand (or not to care).    When I went to my car, I couldn't find it.  When I saw one I thought was mine (a blue Plymouth, I think), a black guy got into it ahead of me, and I decided it wasn't mine after all.  It was raining, so I was offered a ride by Ellen Otto and her mother and sister.  As we drove, we passed a row of theaters showing skin flicks.  They had posters all over the outside, and they were along a sort of mall.  Mrs. Otto drove very slowly as we went by, so we could look at the pictures.  When I left the Ottos, I went back on my own and went in one of the theaters.  It was a big theater, and I was in the balcony.  When I was seated, an usher came up to me and asked me for my card.  I said I didn't have one, and he asked me to get one from the guy out in the hall.  I thought about asking him how much they were, but decided it would be more appropriate to just ask the guy outside.  The feature had just ended when I got up.  There were a lot of women in the theater, some of them alone.  One sat down by herself at the end of my row, and I thought I would sit down beside her when I came back.  Outside there was a box, and I was instructed to put 50 cents in it.  For this, the guy gave me an envelope containing a plastic card which I assumed must have been a membership card.  When I went back in, I had to give it to the usher, and I wondered how he would know who to give it back to.  Someone else had sat down beside the girl.