I’m not sure I was down with the whole “drive-thru” wedding ideal. See, it’s been mighty hot lately in Las Vegas. Imagine that, 100 plus degree heat in the middle of the desert, in the middle of the summer. The heat was no surprise
Languishing in the back of the limo, I tried but I was largely unsuccessful at catching an image of the bride and groom. However, other adventures along the way were pretty amazing…
And yes, it was the AC in the limo that was at fault. It was hard pressed to work with six of us crammed in the deluxe stretch ride.
Sunday’s high point, culinary-wise, was a at the Hard Rock [Casino, Bar, Resort, and so on>. At my insistence, we did eat their “Pink Taco” restaurant, and it was serviceable Tex-Mex. Or a variation on theme. Odd thing was, that afternoon, no one was drinking. “No shiner on tap? Okay, I’ll have water.”
“Kramer, you need a ‘pink taco’ hard rock ‘wife beater’ ribbed tank top.”
I guess the stylistic use of language was missed by that comment. Nope, no T-shirt for me, not this time.
