All Married N Shit

Wedding:
Yes people, Paulindapalooza actually did happen and people are STILL raving & glowing about it...including my husband & I (heehee I'm still getting used to "husband"). We're hearing things like "best wedding ever". Lucky for me though, I eliminated the part in the ceremony where the officiant asks "does anyone object to this marriage?" Also, weather was sunny & hot.

Anyways, Bellagio was fantastic. They only managed to F 1 thing up and it really wasn't a big deal. It all turned out tons better then we imagined. Despite the part where my husband almost burned down the chapel with the unity candle. Now, for those of you that were there, we watched the video and actually he didn't drop it. The candle holder was defective so the candle just fell out of it. It just happened to be on his side and not mine. Figures.

So thru the smoke, everyone managed to have a Vegas good time. As promised, people were drunk, drugged & screwed. What more can one ask for?!

Although the most stressful time in my life, it was the most perfect & happiest. I must say, I plan a pretty damn good wedding.

Honeymoon:
Amazing. We're already planning on going back to Aruba. The best beaches & water I've ever seen. Only bad part was when I thought my huband was pulling a Natalee Holloway. 2nd day in and I wake up to find he never came home (he'd gamble till the casino closed which was 4am. I left him at about 2). It was then 7am. Hmmm. I search the grounds and he's no where. I go to the front desk and tell them I'm missing my husband, weirdest most uncomfortable thing for me to ever speak out loud. And apparently the front desk girl thought so too by the look on her face (Oh shit we have another Natalee Holloway) They call security. I'm freaking out. They're asking me stuff like "How did you guys part ways last night? Were you on good terms....." I'm getting the impression they think he's with a hooker or something!! Next thing I know I see him walk in the front doors. Dumb ass went to the casino down the street thats open 24 hours (I didn't know they had a 24 hr casino, if I did I would have KNOWN he was there), got in a fight, went to the police dept where they wouldn't let him call anyone. Fast deets on the fight: he's playing BJ, some jackass Jersey Yo Boy walks up, acts all normal chatting with Paul. Yo Boy says something sarcastic to Paul so he retorts with something questioning the guys sexuality, guy laughs it off as he walks away. Next thing you know he runs up and pounds one in his face from behind. What guy starts a fight IN a casino right in front of the cashier?! Needless to say security jumps in right away and takes them all to the 5.0 dept but not before Paul broke a few of the guys fingers. It was the first night there for the Jersey freaks. I hope they were deported. Pasa un bon dia fuckos.

Now the wedding aftermath:
One girlfriend missed her flight home...twice. She "confused" her flight times. Gee, wonder how that could've happened.

Another guy friend, who we thought was just ridiculously drunk in Vegas, turned out to have a severe case of mono and ended up with an emergency tracheotomy & a stay in the ICU (still in the hospital I think). So he wasn't drunk (well at least not to the point we all thought) but just delirious with illness.

One of Paul's friends shamelessly hit on my mother-in-law...in front of her husband.

We (Paul) lost his Dad's wedding card. Not the card we want to lose and ask to be replaced.

Some relationships were strengthed, others not so much. Ex. Paul's guy cousin who has been dating the same girl for a couple years apparently may be on the outs with her, yet he caught the garter. Nice.

My married sis-in-law was hit on by some drunk guy and was shown a picture of the guy's hairy bean bag on his camera phone. Trying to seal the deal? Who knows.

Learned from a hooker a new way to roll a doobie if you have nothing else handy to smoke it with. Heck, just tear a page outta the bible and you're good to go...to hell that is.

SO thats about it. We're back in society now and hating it. I've had to drive to Peoria twice for some press oks. At least in Minnesota I got to fly and drive a sporty convertible. I had to resort to DQ & chain smoking to stay awake. Our condo is a wreck. And new people moved in next door with a shitass yappy dog that I want to throw down the garbage chute. That about covers it. Well, at least all I care to share. ; )

P.S. Best wedding gift - A friend who was winning handed us a couple bills and said congrats. We wrote his name on the bills and shoved them in the bag. Thank you Vegas!