Wedding Bells
Jessica (aka Jo Jo) and Eric, yery good friends of mine eloped in Vegas on Monday. I'm very happy for them and wanted to save and share Eric's story of their wedding day adventure since its magical in its own way.
Sorry its not me. Have to find the right fella to take that step and I'm not settling for just anyone. Why should I.
People!
Many or most of you are already aware, but just to cover our bases... on Monday 31 May Twenty Ten, Jessica and I were married at the Faithful Love Chapel in Las Vegas, Nevada. Five things to know:
1. We did not plan this in advance. I spent a week in the Grand Canyon, we rendezvoused at the LV Hilton for a 3-day weekend on Saturday, and the subject just kind of came up.
2. The deed was done during daylight hours and there was no booze involved. Until after the ceremony.
3. There were no Elvis impersonators and no flying midgets.
4. Jessica is not taking my last name. Why would she? It rhymes with baloney, the particle board of luncheon meat.
5. If you have any issues with how we did this, please direct all blame toward my cousin Paul. In the Canyon, he asked if Jessica was a "keeper" and followed up with "why don't you get married?" and "well, you ARE gonna be in Vegas..." He's sneaky smart.
So we hit the courthouse, got the license, let the street hustler style feeding frenzy of chapel reps descend upon us, and arbitrarily chose one. After the ceremony the photographer, who was tuning his guitar when we first arrived, went into a room and played "Say It Ain't So" by Weezer. Badly, I might add. Ah, the romance. Then, we celebrated at the Golden Steer, an old Rat Pack haunt where we sat in Sinatra's booth and enjoyed a martini and a five-star dinner before heading back to the Hilton for a glass of champagne.
Okay, so now you know! We may throw a little gathering later in the year for family and friends to celebrate with us, but we promised to refrain from planning anything specific right away. Thanks for reading!
People!
Many or most of you are already aware, but just to cover our bases... on Monday 31 May Twenty Ten, Jessica and I were married at the Faithful Love Chapel in Las Vegas, Nevada. Five things to know:
1. We did not plan this in advance. I spent a week in the Grand Canyon, we rendezvoused at the LV Hilton for a 3-day weekend on Saturday, and the subject just kind of came up.
2. The deed was done during daylight hours and there was no booze involved. Until after the ceremony.
3. There were no Elvis impersonators and no flying midgets.
4. Jessica is not taking my last name. Why would she? It rhymes with baloney, the particle board of luncheon meat.
5. If you have any issues with how we did this, please direct all blame toward my cousin Paul. In the Canyon, he asked if Jessica was a "keeper" and followed up with "why don't you get married?" and "well, you ARE gonna be in Vegas..." He's sneaky smart.
So we hit the courthouse, got the license, let the street hustler style feeding frenzy of chapel reps descend upon us, and arbitrarily chose one. After the ceremony the photographer, who was tuning his guitar when we first arrived, went into a room and played "Say It Ain't So" by Weezer. Badly, I might add. Ah, the romance. Then, we celebrated at the Golden Steer, an old Rat Pack haunt where we sat in Sinatra's booth and enjoyed a martini and a five-star dinner before heading back to the Hilton for a glass of champagne.
Okay, so now you know! We may throw a little gathering later in the year for family and friends to celebrate with us, but we promised to refrain from planning anything specific right away. Thanks for reading!
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