It’s been two weeks (two weeks!) since my last post. I have one word as an excuse: Vegas. Here are two more: Vegas recovery.
The city is known as the adult Disney World for a reason. And I can’t really discuss that reason, because, well, you know.
I will share a little, though: I was there to present a paper and attend a conference. I flew out a couple of days early with Eddie and our friends Royce and Sarah.
The first thing we did? Renew our vows, of course. Our wedding 16.5 years ago was a tasteful, lovely affair in Forsyth Park in Savannah.
So naturally, we went with something tacky for the renewal: The Little White Wedding Chapel. It was the chapel of choice for such esteemed celebrities as Britney Spears and Sinéad O’Connor, so it was good enough for us.
In the back of a pink Cadillac in the Tunnel of Love, we promised to love each other in sickness and health, and all the rest of that stuff.
The way the minister performed the ceremony, however, makes us think we are now all married to each other.
I’m OK with that. These are the people we spend the most time with anyway, so why not?
Up next: bizarre behavior (not mine).
Observe and report 
Wow! And best wishes for (even more) wedded bliss. When I tell someone you married Nate and me, there’s usually a long confused moment when I can tell he or she is thinking things like, “Then why doesn’t she live with you?” and “Who’s middle spoon?” Then they realize what I meant. So, if weddings performed and Vegas vagueries count, you have…what? Nine spouses?
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Ahem. Vagaries.
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I want to be middle spoon! Weddings performed: four couples (eight spouses). Add Royce, Sarah and Eddie, Spouse No. I. That makes 11. Lucky me!
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Vegas is good, yes. Very worthy of blog-delay!
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Thanks! I thought so …
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