Las Vegas? I may have had one too many glasses of wine last night, but I hardly think it was enough booze to forget flying across the country. At least the lack of a ring on my finger seems to negate the option of a midnight wedding ceremony on the strip. Which, frankly, has almost happened a couple of times. I get a little Tequila in me, and all bets are off.
This note isn't serious, is it? Richard? Is this one of your pranks?