By rights I should be in Neon City just now but wedding anniversaries and reminders of past indiscretions means I’ve been confined to barracks… never mind Aisle be in Vegas again.
Yesterday was the 27th anniversary of me making Herself the happiest woman alive meant a sacrifice (another!).
And so a fancy meal here in North Berwick, east of Edinburgh.
And a lunchtime sandwich, if truth be told, but a la carte, if you don’t mind.
Fly the flag
And so to today when a rump of our Travel core set course for the American Travel Fair, IPW.
And they go with my best wishes.
I am still in contact and will bring you all the news of the US bounce back ahead of my own return.
Oh, that indiscretion… well, my dalliance with Cami from Utah at Harrah’s on the Strip.
Whip up a storm
Where the Whip-Its (the clue is in the name) had been setting the scene with their cabaret act of Seventies and Eighties hits.
You see anything goes in Vegas.
And anyone can get married in the Fun Capital.
And so two of our party did just that at the Graceland Wedding Chapel.
They were in good company as Jon Bon Jovi and Billy Ray Cyrus both tied the knot here… though not to each other!
Love me tender, Minister
Irish-American Brendan Paul does the marrying in full Elvis gear, pelvic thrusts and Presley puns.
Such as ‘It’s now or never’ and ‘I promise to be your Hunk of Burning Love’.
All of which the delegates were reminded of and advised to discover more at the Las Vegas Pavillion.
Life is a rollercoaster
Intriguing… and more ammunition for the Scary One for me not getting over to Vegas.
But hey ho, Aisle be in Vegas again.
And I’ll be sure to be in Orlando for the fair next year.
And what could possibly go wrong in Rollercoaster World?
Where Mickey, Donald and Harry are kings.
