What happens in Vegas

April 15, 2010 § 1 Comment

…is far more tame than the title of this post and the commercials it was stolen from imply. We were there last weekend for the wedding of my oldest, dearest friend and her sweetheart, and it was fantastic. I only regret that Elvis did not perform the ceremony (though he did make an appearance in the photos) and that our plane home was delayed by a whopping four hours, causing us to miss the last BART train home and costing us a cab ride.

The best part of going to Vegas? Being able to wear sequined green polyester dresses without the teeniest bit of shame or irony:

Few things are more romantic than a smoky room filled with slots.

Aw yeah, baby.  I live my life like it’s a costume party.

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