(photo edited out, there are too many creepy people who visit this blog)A beautiful wedding was had yesterday. My son has a bride. I have a daughter-in-law. And this young woman has for her husband someone who is so true-blue - it may take a lifetime for her to realize what that means. As I listened to him solemnly proclaim his vows, I heard his earnestness in every single syllable. Oh, but then I am his mother.
Las Vegas is my idea of hell. Maybe purgatory, because I am soon to leave. I have seen enough drunken boisterous men to last a lifetime. I have seen enough desperate looking young women who are only lacking a price tag hanging beneath their crotch-length hemline - it is just all too much for this old lady.
Do you know that even in hotels where rooms cost up to $600 a night, drunken men still bang on doors at all hours of the night. Did you know that Trisha locked her husband out of the room last night - so he just stood there and knocked and rang the doorbell (yes, these rooms have doorbells) and banged and yelled. And then he did it all some more. I don't think Trisha ever answered the door, but I sure would like to meet her today. Because I did not sleep last night. And I did not sleep much the night before.
Praise God I will be home today.
And if you ever want to be grateful to be sober in a very graphic way, come to the Las Vegas airport and stand in a security line at 6 a.m. Gross. Some of them are still drunk, and some of them are so hungover and sick - and I bet they are broke too.
I am very grateful to be sober.