WE'RE IN VEGAS!

Here is our Vegas schedule:
After dinner on Friday night...say maybe 9pm-ish, we will be in the cental lounge in TI...I think it's called the Breeze Bar, and it's an open area that is centrally located, right in the heart of TI. Stop by and say hello.

The Ceremony will be held Saturday at 12:30pm, just outside in the Siren's Cove.
There will be an area cordoned off for our guests, but as it's standing only, you may want to get there a little early and Rochambeau each other for the best spots...and don't worry about standing, it will all be over before you know it.
After the ceremony, you are free to do what you please...but you may want to head over to the Hofbrauhaus sometime around 2pm for our reception luncheon.
(We haven't made up our minds about anything substantial on Saturday night yet.)
Sunday, we're going to try and spend a good portion of our day in the sportsbook lounge, watching football...so make sure and find us before you head out.

So we arrived in Las Vegas this morning...basically without a hitch.
(We give Southwest Airlines a thumbs-up)
One of the flight attendants made an announcement about our upcoming wedding, then she made Rae a bridal veil out of cocktail skewers and a trash bag:

Budget car rental...not so much love for them.

We set a pickup-appointment for 11:15am.
At noon, we were still sitting in comfy chairs, watching Lord of the Rings, wondering why we weren't driving down the strip.
Apparently, the car we ordered was...well...oversold by Budget, but the were willing to have a driver pick us up and take us to the Stratosphere, where we would be given the car we ordered.
Fine.
The driver was a dead-ringer for Confucius. He had the beard an everything, and was about a year shy of 1,000. When we told him where we were from, he explained to us that Philadelphia was the most miserable city on Earth, that he had spend 9 months working on the docks there, and promptly sped up to around 90mph and began weaving in and out of traffic...as if he just wanted to get us out of the van as quickly as possible before we started having a cheesesteak fight and ruined his interior. Oh...and I forgot to mention...the whole time he was speaking, he was simultaneously trying to cough both of his lungs out.
We arrived at the Strat alive, but frightened...where I then had to wait in line because the were understaffed, while Rae stayed with the bags on the curb. By 1:00pm we were on the road, but by this time we were both looking for a fight rather than enjoying the atmosphere.
Thumbs-down to Budget car rental!