After 9 years of hum hahing about getting married my GF tackled me in the living room and said: “Go pack your bags, we are going to Vegas and an Elvis impersonator is going to marry us.” Was the middle of summer. Vegas was 112 to 118 in the shade. Was a blast. Toured every casino in Vegas by ourselves. Did not gamble a dime. Observed the sounds are Pavlovian training. The helicopter ride into the Grand Canyon was fun, as was the tour of the inside of the Hoover Dam.
As we got on the plane home she turned to me and said, “lets never come back to this God forsaken sh!thole again.” I got lucky. I got a keeper.
That sounds wonderful!
How long ago was that? How old are you and your wife?
How is your marriage going now?