Well, I need to be demure for the ceremony. A white wedding and everything. We'll certainly make a statement to the Elvis minister this way. He won't know what to do with himself.
She did? That's not the response I imagined, but then again, I'm always thinking the worst of people. Call it a knee-jerk reaction I inherited from my father.
I'm lucky that you didn't get your father that electric wheel chair, or else I'd be a goner.
Elvis will have a heart attack, Darling. Quite fitting, really.
Oh certainly. She's never explained to me why, though, it might have something to do with not being able to give you a good lecture unless you are legally a part of the family. She was always wary of preaching to those who weren't related.
Darling, had I bought him that wheel chair, the entire city of Nottingham would be rubbing their shins and threatening his life.
You're not missing much. Basically, two strangers meet at some Vegas hotel and get pissed, then wake up the next morning to find that they got married to one another. Instead of getting their marriage annulled, the judge forces them to stay together for a spell, and hilarity ensues.
Maybe I'll giggle later, right now he's being a regular ass. Telling me how marriage is a serious thing, and because he's getting married himself, it's as though I'm taking something he finds very serious, lightly. What the fuck ever. He's trying too hard to be an adult.
Well, you may call him a right arse if you want. As hilarious as we plan this wedding to be, we know the seriousness of it. We are not teenagers with silly notions.
It is a serious thing, but because we've suddenly decided to go ahead and do this, in a whimsical fashion (now he's trying to tell us not to get married by Elvis, ha), and that we're not romantically inclined toward one another (because he says there must be romance involved or else it's not really how it works) we're ...aw, fuck it.
Well, I need to be demure for the ceremony. A white wedding and everything. We'll certainly make a statement to the Elvis minister this way. He won't know what to do with himself.
She did? That's not the response I imagined, but then again, I'm always thinking the worst of people. Call it a knee-jerk reaction I inherited from my father.
I'm lucky that you didn't get your father that electric wheel chair, or else I'd be a goner.
Chocolate. Please.
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Oh certainly. She's never explained to me why, though, it might have something to do with not being able to give you a good lecture unless you are legally a part of the family. She was always wary of preaching to those who weren't related.
Darling, had I bought him that wheel chair, the entire city of Nottingham would be rubbing their shins and threatening his life.
Chocolate it is!
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We can't tell them before hand. If anything, I should go in first in drag, since I make a more convincing female than you do a male.
Despite these facts, your family is much more adorable than mine. We'll have to keep our own surnames, for professional reasons.
You're too good to me.
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Sadly, I agree. Stephanie will be tremendously happy that you're her brother-in-law...just you wait. I agree with keeping our own surnames as well.
I try.
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We'll have to buy the CD recording of our ceremony, since you know people will want to see it.
I only wish my father was alive to witness this. Maybe then I could give him a heart attack.
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It is, to my belief, that your father will be rolling in his grave. Which is far better revenge than giving him a heart attack.
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And wedding photos, too.
I wonder if we could rent that pink Caddy for the weekend?
Harrison for one thinks I'm out of my tree. I just mentioned to him our plans, since he asked why we wanted to use the mirror tomorrow.
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I think it could be managed. It is Vegas, afterall.
You've been out of your tree for years, I am surprised that it is taking him a wedding to notice it.
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I'll say both (laughter and horror) depending on the individual.
Everything's possible in Vegas, isn't it?
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
That's exactly the argument I gave him.
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Except for marriage, darling.
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Of course. I saw the movie 'What Happens in Vegas'! I know how that all works.
Now Harrison's trying to lecture me on the sanctity of marriage, or some sort of bullcrap like that, and has pissed me off.
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The very idea that Harrison is lecturing you on the sanctity of marriage should send you into a fit of giggles. Surely it has me in one.
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You're not missing much. Basically, two strangers meet at some Vegas hotel and get pissed, then wake up the next morning to find that they got married to one another. Instead of getting their marriage annulled, the judge forces them to stay together for a spell, and hilarity ensues.
Maybe I'll giggle later, right now he's being a regular ass. Telling me how marriage is a serious thing, and because he's getting married himself, it's as though I'm taking something he finds very serious, lightly. What the fuck ever. He's trying too hard to be an adult.
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It is a serious thing, but because we've suddenly decided to go ahead and do this, in a whimsical fashion (now he's trying to tell us not to get married by Elvis, ha), and that we're not romantically inclined toward one another (because he says there must be romance involved or else it's not really how it works) we're ...aw, fuck it.
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