Well, THAT'S over
Well folks, it has happened. I got hitched Saturday to my beautiful new bride Heidi. The week leading up to the big day kinda sucked, what with AirTran not having a space to hang Heidi's dress up, the Rushville clerk giving Heidi a heart attack by telling us we were supposed to get our license in Georgia (which was horsedookie), and of course the aftereffects of the two broken chompers I attained recently.
Well the wedding day went smoothly until we got to our hotel. Or that is our desired hotel. We had reserved the Adams Mark for two nights, told them we would arive late, and made sure they didn't give away our room. Well the bitches did anydamnway. Apparently some race group wanted to stay an extra night, and the ol' Malones got ska-rewed. Never fear, Heidi's bridezilla mode kicked in, and the end result: Some jerk probably got fired, we got a free room Saturday, a free dinner at the Adams Mark worth about 70 smackers (Filet Mignon tastes damn good when it's free), a discounted room Sunday, and just about anything else we wanted. I think Heidi put major fear into their hearts cause we were known by every employee there without saying a word. Oh Mr. and Mrs. Malone, come right this way, would you like some champagne, can we bring you the head of a goat, and would you like us to make sure Ben Stiller makes no more movies? Things like that.
Anycrap, now we are in our kickass room at the Luxor in Vegas, I've done fairly well with Blackjack, the Blue Man Group kicked plenty ass (far better than Cats, I'll see it again and again), and we are off to see just how many comps it takes to make me vomit (at least, I think that is the game that Heidi is trying to play). We have our cell phones with us, so if anyone can tell us how the hell to play Keno, I'd surely appreciate it, Price.
Peace
Well the wedding day went smoothly until we got to our hotel. Or that is our desired hotel. We had reserved the Adams Mark for two nights, told them we would arive late, and made sure they didn't give away our room. Well the bitches did anydamnway. Apparently some race group wanted to stay an extra night, and the ol' Malones got ska-rewed. Never fear, Heidi's bridezilla mode kicked in, and the end result: Some jerk probably got fired, we got a free room Saturday, a free dinner at the Adams Mark worth about 70 smackers (Filet Mignon tastes damn good when it's free), a discounted room Sunday, and just about anything else we wanted. I think Heidi put major fear into their hearts cause we were known by every employee there without saying a word. Oh Mr. and Mrs. Malone, come right this way, would you like some champagne, can we bring you the head of a goat, and would you like us to make sure Ben Stiller makes no more movies? Things like that.
Anycrap, now we are in our kickass room at the Luxor in Vegas, I've done fairly well with Blackjack, the Blue Man Group kicked plenty ass (far better than Cats, I'll see it again and again), and we are off to see just how many comps it takes to make me vomit (at least, I think that is the game that Heidi is trying to play). We have our cell phones with us, so if anyone can tell us how the hell to play Keno, I'd surely appreciate it, Price.
Peace