We found Stef at the airport, got our bags, took the shuttle to the rental car center and picked up a Jeep Liberty. The agent who helped us with our car recognized me from Channel 8. I always like that.
Check-in at the Mirage was easy. My folks, already checked in, met us at the front desk. There would be time for everyone to freshen up before the re-wedding. My cousins driving in from California were late, but said they’d meet us at the chapel–which they did.
The Little Church of the West is on Las Vegas Boulevard not far from the famous Las Vegas sign. The back end borders the airport.
The chapel itself is small and wooden. One of the folks there told us it’s been moved four times now and has been where it is for around 13 years.
Everything I know told me this should be tacky. It wasn’t. This was a very sweet, very romantic thing to do and I’m glad we did it.
With my parents, my cousins and our daughter all there, the officiant went through a one-size-fits-all but very sweet ceremony. Everything he said about love and commitment is true. After 25 years it’s good to be reminded.
We retreated to the Mirage for dinner at Samba, a Brazilian themed restaurant where the waiters slice your food off skewers at the table. It was very nice and my parents had two of the largest margaritas I’ve ever seen!
We had ordered a small cake and it came for dessert. Wow! Sight unseen we hadn’t gone wrong. The cake was beautiful and tasty.
So, there you are. We’re in Vegas. We’re married for another 25. Everything is going swimmingly, except for poker and the weather. It is gray and gloomy. I’m not sure I really care.