We were getting married.
It had started on the way to Zion, when Timmy looked over at me and said, "Will you marry me in Las Vegas?" And I said, "What? No, shut up. That's stupid." Repeat these few lines a couple of times and after I had determined that he was serious, we decided to spend a night and think about it.
The next day we were on the road as usual and I asked Timmy, "well, should I call my sister?" and he said, "yeah, call her up!." So I called Cinders and told her I needed her in Vegas for a very specific reason (not Blue Man Group tickets). After I hung up with her, Kory (my Brother-in-law) immediately rang to double check if I was "bullshitting" my sister. I told him that I was not in fact bullshitting. They told us they would be there, no matter what!
At this point we were quite close to the city and decided to stop at the outlets to get the wedding outfits. Timmy didn't quite find anything, but I picked up a blue and gray dress at Calvin Klein. We checked into a hotel courtesy of Cinders and her insane rewards points and booked the chapel. Unfortunately, even though we had a bowtie for Fred, the chapel said no pups allowed. We checked him into Camp BowWow, where he could play with other dogs all day and we could watch on the live webcam. Mainly he just stood in one place with his tail down :(
We set back out to find rings and potential other outfits, scouring all of the giant indoors fashion malls and even a nice outside one outside of the main strip. This was very tiring and vaguely frustrating, but after dozens of hours and a few Hot Dogs on Sticks we had procured one ladies' ring from Banana Republic (with pyramid studs and worth 10 American Dollars), one men's ring from H&M (5 American Dollars), some wedding sandals for me from Aldo, and a Timmy wedding outfit from Am Appy (American Apparel).
We got to tell our parents via telephone of our plans and although they were surprised, we did receive their blessings. We also made a late afternoon stop to get our marriage license, which took all of 5 minutes, since we had IDs, $60 cash, and were legal residents (cannot be said for the other two couples there with us). A fun activity could probably be stopping by the license place at 11pm on a Saturday night (they close at midnight).
As night fell, our guests started to trickle into the airport. Damion was picked up first, after getting the go ahead from his wife, with the caveat that he needed to be home for Zuri's Handy Manny themed 3rd Birthday party. Cindy and Kory came next, and that was all the guests.
We decided to walk around the Strip and after seeing many giant margarita blenders, stopped into Margaritaville for a 100 oz group blender. Hilarious. While we were there, we enjoyed the house cover band (just kidding, they were embarrassing) ((just kidding again, they didn't even try to hit the high notes in Livin on a Prayer, so that makes them smart)). After Kory got hollered at by a group of ladies (who shouted, BALD GUY! WOOOO) and we were yawning our faces off, Cinders and I went home and the boys stayed out causing trouble til about 5 am.
The next morning, aka wedding day, we had brunch at Hashhouse A Go Go, had delicious Bloody Marys and Fried Chicken and Waffles. Delicious. They had signed pictures from both Martha Stewart and the guy from Man Vs Food. Very important to go to places endorsed by both of those people. This is their signature chicken and waffles arrangement. As you may have noticed, we took very few pictures in LV, just too much excitement. But, being the fatties we are, we did manage to get a shot of the food. Sigh.
I had been shirking on flower duties but talked to the concierge and she helped me out big time. I was able to talk on the phone to the florist, who was at the flower market and was able to snag some hot pink peonies, which my mom had planted all along the deck in the backyard. By the time we got back from brunch, my flowers were already there. Thanks Vegas!
So we all got fancied up and I made sure I had my something old (diamond necklace), something new (outlet dress which I had to fix up a bit the night before), something borrowed (a pearl ring and a brooch), and something blue (toenail polish).
We hopped into a cab to the Little Chapel of the West and did the damn thing. For being a chapel that has many weddings per day, the pastor was emotive and good at his job. We saw many other wedding parties, many with plenty of guests and actual wedding dresses and bridesmaids, but we preferred our off the cuff style. Our wedding was on the website for a little bit, but I think by now it must be off. Seven minutes after we stepped in, we stepped out a married couple!
We got a stretch limo and cruised around the Strip for a little bit while drinking a magnum of Cook's and ended our night at Bellagio. We had a few delicious drinks and gambled a tiny bit of money away before we had a glorious buffet. Man, that buffet was awesome.
Timmy drove Damion back to the airport that very night and to help us celebrate, Vanpy's tie rod broke in the parking lot of the hotel and her right front wheel was all crazy crooked. Cindy and Kory left early that morning and we were left to celebrate our post wedding day by sitting in a Sears Auto Center.
To our friends who sent their love via Twitter, Facebook, text message, emails, and phone calls last month: thank you! To Cindy, Kory, and Damion: we can't ever thank you enough for making the ridiculous trip to see us. Having you all there made the moment so much more special. We love you guys.
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