Yeah, when I wrote that e-mail, I had totally forgotten that this blog exists.

I went to Viva Las Vegas, the theme wedding place, on Friday and met this guy Brian, who is a wedding coordinator/performer.  He said the next day would be perfect to follow him around since they were doing a bunch of different themes back-to-back.  So I spent Saturday sitting in on complete strangers’ weddings.  Highlights include ancient China, Elvis (they do a lot of those; Brian has Elvis hair), the Blues Brothers (the vows involved “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” and “Do you promise to always live your life with soul?”) and my favorite: the Egyptian.

The couple was really cool.  They’re from San Diego and had a big church wedding 10 years ago.  They have this tradition of renewing their vows in Vegas every five years, so five years ago, they did the Elvis Blue Hawaii and this weekend, they went for Egypt.  He had on this royal purple robe and she was all decked out as Cleopatra.  Cleopatra doesn’t get carried down the aisle on a litter,  but two slaveboys do carry her to the altar on a chair.  There was also a belly dancer running around.  It was the goofiest day ever (I mean, obviously) but so much fun.  At one point, I was watching a wedding set-up and the receptionist came in looking for the owner all, “Ron, Marilyn Monroe is here to see you.”  And… yeah, Marilyn Monroe was there to see him.

My living situation is going well.  Vegas has been binge developing for the last ten or so years and they seem to go around in a circle.  My house is in the southwest in what I think is the furthest-out group of houses.  We’re only, like, fifteen minutes from the Strip but our area is totally “Two years ago, there were probably just cow skulls and shit over here” desert and the views (at least until something gets built past us) are awesome.  Roommates.com did me well.

I have three days off in a row and I’ve never been to New Mexico, so… I am in New Mexico right now.  I decided yesterday to come to Santa Fe on the fly; it’s about ten hours from Vegas, but unless I relocate to Oklahoma or something, it’s never going to be less than ten hours from me, so I figured I might as well go for it.  My roommate sometimes comes back to the house on his lunch break and walked in on me packing. He was like, “Going somewhere?”
“Yeah, Santa Fe!”
“Santa Fe… New Mexico?”
“Yeah!”
“Why?”
“Just for kicks.  I’m not working again until Friday.  I was gonna leave you a note to call me if you want me to bring you back some ridic hot sauce.”

And then he just looked at me for a second with a half-smile and the wide eyes of “Are you fucking insane?”

Ok, that’s all for now.  I just woke up and there is some Santa Fe to be had.

Hope everyone’s summer is going well!

~Mike