So it’s been a while.
I could totally dive into all the things that have happened since my NYC adventure. We found a house, got hitched, welcomed another fur-baby into our lives…it’s a lot of big stuff. Lots of BIG, MONUTMENTAL, LIFE-CHANGING stuff.
You know, the stuff I was craving last summer when blogging was difficult because life was just so CALM.
I’m actually not going to write about any of that today. Because today is dedicated to Vegas. Even more so to Francis and Lisa.
I’ll be honest, of all my travel destination desires, Las Vegas was never one of them. I’ve never been a gambler, I hate crowded pools, loud all-day bashes, and I was also too scared for my liver to make a lengthy visit to Sin City.
However, two friends of ours (yes! you’re right! Fran and Lisa!), decided to get married there, and little Las Vegas soared to the top of our Travel List.
Ryan and Francis became friends while serving in the Marine Corps together. They have this man-love for one another that just doesn’t happen after “hanging out a lot.” It’s an incredibly bond that formed after hours together of hard work and sacrifice. They spent days of exhaustive, relentless, and punishing training. It’s a bond that builds after countless hours practicing dangerous scenarios, knowing full-well that they could come to fruition, and in those cases, your brothers beside you would die for you.
….Like I said, it’s a serious man-love.
And it’s the best. They are constantly embracing in these muscle-y bear hugs, and making each other roar with laughter.
Lisa has a heart of solid gold. She is witty and funny and will tell you what you need to hear. She doesn’t sugar-coat anything, and that kind of honesty is FRESH AIR. She is down-to-earth and easy-going. Not only that, but she is over-the-top, stop-dead-in-your-tracks beautiful. Wrap it all into one human and you have Lisa. I’ve known Lisa for a little bit, and finally met her last summer when she and Francis visited Michigan. I knew the minute I met her I wanted her as a friend for life.
That’s what it’s like with these two. It’s fresh and easy. We can talk about the serious and the mundane, the important, gut-wrenching stuff that shapes us, and we can talk about how good Francis looks in a man thong. It’s a friendship we hold dear to us, and booking those tickets to Vegas was the easiest click of the button.
So why did they choose Vegas?
Fran and Lisa decided to get married there for a very specific reason. New Jersey.
These two have been together for years, and had plenty of time to decide exactly what they wanted for a wedding. In Jersey the weddings are over-the-top, and after they started the planning process in their hometown, they decided they didn’t want that. They didn’t want the pressure to spend thousands and invite hundreds and undergo the pressure of “how big can we make this event.” For them, it was never about that.
So they sent out an e-mail saying they would be going to Vegas, and if you wanted to join, they would love your company.
I love them.
SOLD. We were going to Vegas.
Day of the wedding!
I mean…unreal. (Photographer was www.tylerfreear.com and he was FUN and amazing. If you are looking for a photographer in the Denver area…or clearly Vegas area, check him out. )
The wedding was to take place at 5:00pm at the Elvis Wedding Chapel. The lovely couple rented a party bus to bring us from the chapel, to the Vegas sign, to Old Vegas, and then back to the Strip where we would dine and party.
Things got interesting.
The party bus was 15 minutes late and traffic was crazy. Francis and Lisa missed their 5:00 wedding. I have to tell you, Lisa stayed so calm. (Francis was clearly stressed, which I don’t blame him, he just wanted to marry his girl!) They were able to reschedule for 8:00, and we moved on to Old Vegas for some photos.
It was here that one of Lisa’s friends was called out to dance for a crowd of strangers, the couple got a photo with an Elvis impersonator, a tiny old lady with Cheetos all over her face and holding a Sephora bag stalked me asking for $5, I lost Ryan on several different occasions and found him conversing with random new “friends,” and I began to worry that not all of us were going to make it til 8:00…the Vegas fun was flowing.
We made it. All of us. Most of us coherent and some of us on the way out of that realm. We watched and laughed and even got teary eyed as Elvis married our dear friends.
It was unlike any wedding I’ve ever experienced. And despite the costumes and the singing and the humor in it all, it was still beautiful and heartfelt. I don’t think Grand Rapids could pull off weddings like that, and I don’t think New Jersey could either. It was something that only Vegas could get so weirdly right.
Vegas was everything I thought it would be, but it was also beautiful and surprising. I didn’t know any of their friends, and I think the raw spirit of Vegas broke us out of our comfort zones and our shells. We were quick friends. In the busy, crowded pools we were forced to sit close together for conversation. We bonded on the Strip in the chaotic evenings, trying to decide if we wanted a grand dining experience or pizza in the hotel.
We have these expectations for things, places, people, moments in life, and I love when the actuality destroys those expectations.
Vegas, you were a lovely reminder that things may not be what we imagine, that friendships break barriers, that our preconceived notions may be inaccurate, degrading, or even complete bullshit. Thank you for reminding me that beauty is immeasurably more than what we may expect…
Francis and Lisa, we are so blessed to have shared in your amazing weekend, and even more so by your friendship.
To Vegas, surprises, and mostly to the new Mr. and Mrs. G,