No, I am not married.
R didn’t run away with me. He couldn’t get the time off of work (if they didn’t pay them, I’d hate them so much right now).
I know, bummer, more posts about the mundane day-to-day pre-wedded bliss.

I was there for work. Not my idea of fun.
First of all, I’m not a big fan of Las Vegas. Nevada is fine I’m sure but I really don’t like Vegas.
And B. I’ve done enough traveling to know a city is very little fun alone.

After a day and a half I had a headache from the casino noises and lights. It’s true you’d never know there was a sun in Vegas. The hotel windows are tinted for light and heat and most things are linked by indoor walkways.
Most of my work events were in the evening so I had all day to figure out how to kill. The first day was spent getting my bearings. How do I get from here to all points I am supposed to be in, and why is my hotel not as nice as everyone else’s?
I am so staying at the Mandalay bay next time I am there. So kill an hour at the pool, any longer under this strong sun and I’d be roasted. Then take away lunch in my room. Very disappointing, all these great restaurants and I don’t want to go in any of them. I’d just snarf down a great meal, not really enjoying it and probably have a couple cocktails. Because eating alone is so sad and eating in your hotel room isn’t. Right? So I take my sad little sandwich upstairs to where a sad little apple waits for me. Yikes! Pathetic as that was, it got worse. I went to the casino because gambling alone is acceptable and the dealers will at least make small talk while you are giving them money. That was how my days went, till I met another sad soul eating breakfast at the bar. It’s where people eat alone it never looks odd for a single to eat there, but alone at a table… sadness. We struck up a conversation about traveling alone. Sure, this is Vegas, you’d like to go to a show, but the tickets are either so damn expensive, or (it was explained to me at check in) you can by 2 for the price of one. How thoughtful of the casinos to do that. I had questioned the young ladies excited offer about that during check in. You realize I am checking in alone, right?

I inherited my mothers “talking to strangers” craziness (fortunately that seems to be the only crazy I got from her). But I am still very picky about who I talk to. I’m not saying I can read people like books but, if I let them, people will tell me their life stories, they just like to, or I am the kind of person you’d tell anything to. So he did. And before I was done with breakfast I knew his grandparents raised him, what he did, lived, owned, and everything that had happened to him in the past year (Divorce, death of child, change of job, and much more). After establishing he wasn’t a masher or a crazy this Kiwi and I decided to hook up to see a show. He thought I was being AWFULLY nice. I tried to explain I wasn’t being nice, we were both benefiting from this and who knew when we’d get to see a typical Vegas show again (I have no intention of going there on purpose again). I called R to let him know and ask if it was okay
R: I have that kind of control?
Me: No, but my bosses are gonna question this and it’s best if I can tell them I already got your permission
R: Okay
So we went to a show and did some gambling afterwards. Funny, people assumed we were a couple and asked how long we knew each other but didn’t believe us when we kept saying we just met. Isn’t that what Vegas has come to mean? “What happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas” But no one could believe it.
And something else about Vegas, people, lots of people ask personal questions. We were asked at least a dozen times if we were married and 7 of those times were on the street. Now is that a good way to hock, whatever, on the street.
A sampling of our responses
No. Not yet. Is that any of your damn business? Nope, apparently marrying your sister is illegal in this state

But the events and dinners went of great. I got to see a show. And didn’t think about the wedding for days.
Now, I just got an email from R Re: the plan. Back to reality and wedding talks.