What Happens in Vegas: Part 2

Wes and I have been married for nearly seven years, but our relationship has lacked something significant until last weekend. The story goes like this:

No one in the history of relationships did dating like Wes and his buddy Ryan. They had truly mastered the game. Star-gazing, pre-set picnics, tandem bikes, treasure hunts with booby traps, mounds of sand hauled into unfinished basements for pina-coladas on the "beach," board games in the rain (under cover of a bus stop). It was a serious business these boys ran.

And "the caves" were an integral part of the legend. Located on the outskirts of town, accessible only via miles of off-roading, they became a spot for special dating occasions like senior prom. I knew early on in my relationship with Wes that his name had been burned onto the cave walls along side previous loves. I've told him ever since that our relationship would never be truly official until he replaced those names with mine!

Well, last weekend, he did.

And I tell you what, a candlelit cave really is rather romantic.

But we weren't the only ones partaking of the forgotten-mine seclusion that late Las Vegas night. No, it was a bit of a high school reunion, really. Three SUVs filled with friends. (I could say, "filled with Wes's friends" - but they've all become my friends too. Really dear friends. How lucky I am!!) You'll notice a TV in one of those tiny, fuzzy pictures. Well, that's Ryan at work for you, folks. Extension chords running back to the cars made it possible to view the gang's old high school video while sipping sparkling cider.

After watching our show and making our marks, we walked back to the cars and started a little flame. Ryan had remembered everything - even his and Amy's old kitchen chairs to burn as firewood.

(I guess he did forget s'more sticks...but where there's a will, there's a way!)

And what Ryan didn't bring - the others did. Matt had the bottles of spray paint for the explosions.And Eddie and Adam had the guns with which to shoot the rattle snake (?!) I couldn't bring myself to upload the snake pictures. Those interested in the gore can tune into facebook where I'll try to remember to include them...

Tons of fun to feel like high schoolers again and stay out talking (and blowing up paint cans??) until 2am! The only catch? Our 4am alarm clock.

(Note the bags under those baby blues!)

Good thing Grandma and Grandpa took care of us and treated us to a nice nap before Alan's Saturday afternoon/evening wedding (a beautiful and classy event! Love to see people choose marriage!!!!)

And while it sounds like Wes and I did all of the partying, Spencer and Lucy got in on the action themselves when we stopped by to see the twins!

Thanks to all our friends - big and little - for a WONDERFUL time!