Wedding in Las Vegas
By: Seuss Fan
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Chapter 2: Leave this to the roaches and mice….
Roger and Collins bought a van from a used car lot. Joanne stocked up on what she referred to as "road trip supplies" while Maureen went from boutique to boutique searching for Mimi's wedding dress. Mark stepped away from his clay animation long enough to get his equipment in order. After all, someone needed to film the big day. Once every one was settled and packed and all the appropriate materials were acquired the gang was ready to hit the road.
"Roger, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Why, did we each get a map if you and Mark are the head navigators?"
"Well, Maureen in case someone gets shit faced one of you guys can pick up the slack."
"What if we all get shit-faced?"
"Then we'll be stranded for the night."
"Alright I got all the food and suitcases crammed into the trunk. Unfortunately some of the toiletries wouldn't fit."
"You mean the case that contains my favorite body wash?"
"Maureen doesn't start with me!"
"Joanne you know that stuff is hard I find!
"They are a million connivance stores. One of them is bound to have it."
"I doubt it."
"Guys, please calm down. It's too early for an argument!"
"Shut up, Mark!"
"We better get to Vegas quick. Those two in a car for more than a day and I might shoot one of them."
"Cameras don't contain bullets dude."
"Once again, it's too early for his shit."
"Hey, baby."
"Hello, Mrs. Davis."
"I'm liking the sound of that."
"I glad you are."
"It's too early for lovebirds, too."
"Mark, what crawled up your butt?"
"I'm just tired."
"Right, tired. Good excuse."
"It's not an excuse Collins. It's the truth."
"Whatever. Hey, Roger."
"Mmm….yeah?"
"Who's driving first?"
"I'll do first shift, then Mark and you can take the night."
"Sounds good. Everybody ready?"
"Maureen, you have my dress?"
"It's packed up in my suitcase; neat and folded."
"Alright, Collins. We're good."
"Then let's get in the van and get the fuck outta here!"
The Bohemians piled into the gigantic red van and drove away from Avenue A and onto a highway filled with adventure.
The gang made their first stop in Cleveland, Ohio. The hotel they found wasn't the greatest but compared to living on Avenue A, it was paradise.
"Sleep!"
"I agree with Maureen. It's impossible to sleep in that van."
"Sorry, it was the only one that would fit all of us and our luggage."
"Can I get some help here?" Mark begged as he balanced numerous suitcases.
"Oh, sorry man."
"Thanks."
"Where are Roger and Mimi?"
"They found a McDonalds so they were gonna pick up food."
"I packed ac shit ton of food!"
"No, Joanne you packed snacks. We need real food."
"Well, excuse me."
"What do we do till they get back?"
"Unpack our stuff?"
"Right."
"How long are we here for?"
"Maybe just for the night."
"They why did you bring all our stuff in here?"
"Don't you wanna change your clothes in the morning?"
"Sorry, I can't think when I'm low on sleep."
"I know the feeling. Collins, you okay?"
"I was just thinking that Angel would have really liked to see this."
"She's watching us from heaven, man."
"I know, I know."
"Food delivery!"
"Make sure you close and lock the door."
"You got the key Mark?"
"It's right on the table."
"What'd you get?"
"A quarter pounder for each of us, two large fries, and two large Cokes."
"Only two drinks?"
"We need to save money for Vegas."
"I don't think Maureen's gonna eat her burger."
"Why?"
"Just look at her, she's out like a light."
"I'll take hers."
"Knock yourself out."
"When you wanna head out tomorrow, Rog?"
"Whenever we all wake up."
"It's not like there's a deadline. Whenever we get to Vegas, we get there."
"Can we make some stops along the way?"
"I guess. Where'd you wanna go Joanne?"
"I don't know. I was looking at the map and there's some cool places listed."
"What? Like the world's largest ball of twine or something like that?"
"Mark!"
"Shush! You'll wake up Maureen."
"Sorry."
"I'm just kidding. We can do whatever you want on this trip."
"It's in lieu of having a wedding reception."
"This is probably gonna be one of the most memorable things we do in our lives."
"I hope so."
"I propose a toast. To Mimi and Roger; May they live long and grab life by the balls!"
"Here, here!"
The Bohos continued to eat and talk long into the early morning hours.
The gang continued to make their way towards Vegas. They spent their days driving and their nights crashing in cheap motels. Midway through their trip however, they decided to stop and honor Joanne's tourism request.
"What are we doing in Wichita, Kansas?"
"Blame it on your girlfriend."
"The map says that there's cool stuff to do here."
"Like what? It's Kansas! The only thing this state is good for is providing a setting for the beginning of the Wizard of Oz."
"Just trust me."
"Fine."
"So, where to Joanne?"
"The Wichita Gardens."
"We're going to be looking at flowers?"
"Well, since we've been cooped up in New York since forever with all its pollution and tall gray buildings I thought it would be nice to enjoy some nature."
"I think that's a great idea, Joanne."
"Thank you Collins."
"Yeah, it sounds pretty romantic."
"Yuck."
"Mark!"
"Sorry."
"Alright to the Wichita Gardens it is!"
"I just got attacked by a mosquito, FYI." Maureen shouted as the group made their way through the gardens.
"Guilt will not work on me.", Joanne replied.
"A girl can try."
"Oh, look roses! I just wish I could steal them."
"Why?"
"So, I could use them for my bouquet."
"I thought we eloped so we wouldn't have to turn our wedding into a production that included such things as bouquets."
"But every girl has a bouquet."
"Since when did you care about what other girls have?"
"Can't I live a part of the fairytale?"
"I have a Leatherman on me."
"Thanks, Collins."
"Anytime."
"Where are we gonna stay in Vegas?"
"We'll find out when we get there Mark."
"I was just curious."
"Can we get married at the Little White Wedding Chapel?"
"Why?"
"It's supposed to be really famous."
"What happened to that fiery, I only participate in mainstream stuff once in awhile girl I fell in love with?"
"I'm still here."
"Alright, I'll believe you."
"Mimi, I found the perfect daises for the bridesmaids!" Maureen shouted.
Mimi ran off in the direction Maureen had called while the rest stayed behind.
"She's been acting so weird."
"Weddings do that to people. Especially women."
"I know, Mark. I hope that's all this is."
"You having second thoughts?" inquired Joanne.
"Not exactly. I just don't wanna spend the rest of my life with that. I want the girl who harassed me before saying yes."
"She'll come around. She's just distracted. Like Mark said."
"I hope you're right." responded Roger as he looked off into the distance at his future bride.
Two days later the gang arrived in Vegas. However, since they got in at two o'clock in the morning heir entrance was not as impressive as it should have been.
"Vegas, is just as gorgeous as I always imagined."
"Roger, can you shut up and find a hotel please?"
"Geez, Maureen you don't have to be so snippy."
"I think I speak for everyone when I say we are tired, cramped, and are in need of a bed pronto!"
"I second that idea!"
"Okay, I'm looking for a place to pull in.", Roger retorted back. He continued o drive down the strip until he found the Motel 6 Tropicana Hotel. As Roger was busy checking in the rest of the party unloaded the van and shoved their luggage into the two rooms Roger had purchased; one for the girls and one for the guys. Roger soon rejoined the group but not before making a very important phone call.
"Hello, is this the Little White Wedding Chapel?"
"Why yes it is. What can I do for you, Sir?" the voice replied on the other line.
"I'd like to make reservations for your main chapel."
"When we would you like those reservations, Sir?"
"This coming Friday. Do you have any openings?"
"Indeed we do. We have an eight o'clock and a ten fifteen. Both at night."
"Eight o'clock sounds great."
"Are you interested in one of our specialty packages?"
"No, just the standard is fine."
"When would you like the limousine to arrive, Sir?"
"Seven sounds alright."
"Thank you, Sir. Can I just get your name and the name of your bride?"
"Roger Davis and Mimi Marquez."
"And the address of your hotel?"
"195 East Tropicana Avenue."
"Well, Roger you have a pleasant evening and congratulations."
"Thanks very much."
After hanging up, Roger looked up at the brilliant Las Vegas skyline.
"Just a few more days," he whispered to himself, "and then she'll be mine."
