On Saturday, May 15th, we rose early and went to get our marriage licence,then enjoyed a leisurely day.
On Sunday the 16th we arrived at the marriage commissioner's office when they opened at 8:00 a.m. Randall was going to go with us to serve as witness but had a bad cold that day, so we decided to ask the security guard to witness for us.
Chris was snazzily dressed in grey slacks and the black leather jacket I found for his birthday a few years back. I wore my little black dress cut nearly to the navel. We were stunning.
I wish I had a transcript of the ceremony. Can't remember a word of it but I remember it was beautiful. Our wedding was officiated by the deputy marriage commissioner, a sweet-faced young lady named Freddie. Our witness was Joe, the eighty-seven year old security guard (he looked sixty-seven, tops).We could not check in to the Excalibur until 2:00, so we treated ourselves to McDonald's breakfast and lazed around with the Sunday paper, took our time packing. When we did get there, the line to check in was alarming. I thought we might spend our honeymoon waiting in line. It moved quickly, fotunately, and we were soon in our bedroom spa suite.
It is called a suite I guess because the jacuzzi is slightly offset from the bedroom, but really it was just one room. The lighting was poorish and there was - heaven forbid - no coffee pot in the room! Who cares! It has a jacuzzi! We cracked open the bottle of champagne my co-workers gave to us and stewed awhile.
Next came dinner at the Steakhouse at Camelot. Part of the prize package we won was a $100.00 gift certificate there.My mouth had been watering for prime rib; Chris chose baby back ribs. We ordered wine and I asked for a french onion soup starter. The soup arrived topped with a puff pastry and was sweet and savory and the best I had ever tasted.
Then came the meat. Large slabs of bovine flesh nearly covered our plates. I took a bite. The flavor was indescibeably heavenly. It was so tender (and well done prime rib is hard to do) that not only did I not need a knife, I am not sure I even needed teeth! I placed a bite in my new husband's mouth, and he got a bad case of entree envy - until he bit into his baby back ribs and decided they were equally delectable and more to his taste. We feasted until we could feast no more. We complimented the chefs, congratulated those who had the sense to hire such fine chefs, praised the cows that gave us such a delicious meal.
Then the waiter pointed out that we had enough room on our comp for two desserts. We pointed out that we did not have the room in our bellies, were already taking half the meal wrapped to go. He ordered up two cheesecakes (the only dessert they have not made with ice cream) to be boxed for us.
We waddled back to our room for another round in the jacuzzi.
On Monday we just relaxed - although Chris did go home to check the mail and say hi to Snarfy. Snarfy let Chris know how much he was missed after only one day away. We played a few penny slots and of course soaked in the jacuzzi.
At six o'clock we enjoyed the final portion of our prize package - the Tournement of Kings show. It came with dinner, which was adequate (almost anything would pale in comparison to that prime rib from the night before!)
The show was all in all well done. It was not well miked, the dancing ladies merely paraded, and of course the opening act was hammy, but you go to the show for the combat, which was nicely choreographed and excellently performed.
Not to mention the combatants were some nice looking, well-built young men.
After the show we decided to go home rather than stay the secong night. I had to work the next morning. There was no coffee pot in the room. Snarfy missed us.
