The first person I saw when I go to Las Vegas was a man with a impressive wizard’s beard and a tye-dyed T-shirt. Clearly drunk, he had an paper-bag-obscured bottle in one hand and a song in his heart. To top it all off, he was on a unicycle. As loose and ready to party as his top half was, the rest was an admirable example of balance and control. This man booked down the street as if he had been born on one wheel.
If that’s not a proper metaphor for Las Vegas, I’m not sure what is.
We were there for the wedding, of my good friends Chris and Erica. Chris and Erica wanted a “Vegas Wedding,” and that’s what they got…
More on Las Vegas, and the wedding we were in Las Vegas for, over at the blog.
