Thoughts that nudge my mind, posted spasmodically when time and energy permit, lest they escape out of my ears and are lost forever.
Friday, February 15, 2013
Going to the Chapel and I'm ... Going to Get Married
Conversations overheard near the Tuscany Suites meeting rooms in Las Vegas:
Bride: Where IS he, anyway?
Bride's Mother: He'd better show up. Does he know where the wedding chapel is?
Bride: I told him it's on the second floor, past the meeting rooms on the right.
Bride's Mother: He does know it's today, doesn't he? (Looking at watch) He's already five minutes late.
Bride: Of course he does. I talked to him this morning!
Bride's Mother: *$%^#&%!
Groom: Okay, where is she? I've been waiting her for a half hour already?
Best Man: Why did they build the wedding chappel in the men's room? I don't see no altar or nothing here 'cept toilets!
Groom: *$%^#&%!
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