Vegas Wedding

My friend has decided to take off from Texas (God's country) a week early and marry his girlfriend on the way to the new job in California (Arnold's country) in Las Vegas (Liberace's country). Amy and I went looking for her dress today. She claimed to have had an easier time finding housing out in San Diego than we were having trying to find a tulle monstrosity.

There are really ugly dresses out there.

My suggestion that they get married by a Johnny Cash impersonator was met with a polite smile. I'm going to work on Mark a little longer. I think I can turn that polite (but insincere) smile into an enthusiastic "yes!" by Thursday.