Thursday, April 23, 2009
...that I really want to get married in a tacky (but tasteful) Vegas chapel. Where, hopefully, Elvis will preside over the ceremony, and there is a clangy organ playing in the background. We'd wear vintage style clothes, I'd have a mismatched bouquet, and obviously a great hairpiece with some netting as my veil, and our pictures will look like a wedding from the 70s.
Afterwards, maybe we can go ride the roller coaster at New York, New York, go play at the arcade at Circus, Circus, see a show
(fancy or cheap), and then gorge ourselves at the Buffet at Paris or Bellagio or Wynn.
So, Albert, this is your warning.
<3 <3 <3