On January 12th Goat and Bean departed Dayton International Airport bound for Chicago Midway and ultimately Las Vegas!! Our flighty but wonderful friend Cheerbear accompanied us on our trip but flew with the rival airline company United. (Oh her poor unfortunate soul!!!) That evening Goat and Bean dined alone at the Rainforest Cafe (located in the rather boring MGM Grand) while the fate of Cheer was unknown. She was late. More than six hours late. Later that evening the oh so smart looking and charming front desk gentleman working at New York New York was the bearer of good news. Cheer had arrived. Bean and Goat confirmed that in person. And, with everyone fighting the effects of a cold, and too much time sitting on freezing cold airplanes, we all succumbed to an early night. Task Number One: Marriage License A short form filled out in the mini pencils one steals from mini-golf courses, a flash of a driver's license, and the shuffle of green exchanged and we had it. It was surprisingly easy. Honestly we should have been forced to cut out a piece of our soul and lay it right there on the table to be prodded by electrodes. In fifteen minutes we were in and out back on the streets. If there were two moments when realization dawned -- this would be Goat's. Sweet nothing sweet nothing. Task Number Two: Chapel Although Vegas is famous for the ease of entering into wedlock, (and strippers) (and casinos (obviously) ) the sheer number of wedding chapels available far exceeds Bean's usual technique of decision making -- compare and eliminate. Had bucket loads of dough been available for spending the couples nuptials would have been spoken at the wedding chapel inside Excalibur (which received the seal of approval as one of the top ten coolest hotels to visit on the Strip), but this not being the case the Las Vegas Wedding Chapel was choosen for its proximity to the courthouse. The conclusion of Tuesday was spent watching Zumanity -- a risque and very explicit adult show playing in New York New York. The picture above was obviously taken at Excalibur, but the temptation of the picture can not be accurately described. For those of you up-to-date on conspiracy theories, and can actually recall the "New Jersey Water Phenomenon" (because you've been kidnapped by aliens so many times... ) in Las Vegas craziness is acquired through the imbibing of not alcohol, but melted icecubes, sneakily added to even the most mundane soda. Bean and Goat have concluded that only such an effect could have possibly driven them to have their picture taken in such a demeaning and obviously touristy attraction. That disclaimer made... it was great! |