48.
Almost a week later…
"I really think you two should consider Vegas. Not only are there a plethora of unique marriage opportunities there is stuff to do. We could go to the Hoover Dam. We could see the desert. We could go to the shows and casinos. It is a all in one place…oh, and you could go shopping while we go out to the paintball tournament."
I gave Sanderson a look and looked back at the paints I was mixing. I almost believed him. "Do you happen to remember what happened the last time the bunch of you entered into a paintball tournament?"
It hadn't been pretty.
This new fact caught Randy's attention. Seated on the floor while he dismantled his rifle he looked to my husband, who was seated beside Hoot, the two men watched the sentencing of Mr. Lancaster on Court TV with great interest. Gordon more concentrated then Hoot.
"What happened," Randy asked.
"We won," Sanderson quickly told him.
"Damn straight," Hoot added.
"You guys killed every last civilian in the tournament," I clarified.
Sanderson unfolded yet another brochure as Hoot turned around, "Hey, we needed the money. Not all us have a pretty lil millionaire wifey to buy us whatever we want."
While I looked at the third wedding chapel, this one an Elvis Chapel, Gordon jumped on Hoot and attempted to strangle him. Not again. I looked over the brochure scolding them in the process, "Boys…knock it off, I don't want to have to buy another couch."
"Look, the photo's are included with the limo ride at this chapel." Sanderson oh so helpfully pointed out.
Well, that was a nice package, I had to admit. It was also better then the nudist chapel that Hoot was so fond of.
They bounced off the couch and onto the floor, landing between the coffee table and couch. Randy glanced up but didn't move from his spot on the floor.
"Do they include fresh flowers? Or would we have to bring our own," I asked Sanderson. Both he and Hoot plus Randy would tag along to be witnesses. I had a feeling we wouldn't see much of them during the wedding trip.
Hoot's head popped up.
Obviously on top of Gordon, "We stayin in a casino? Right?"
I was about to tell him yes. Until I heard something break and the both of the swear. It sounded like wood splintering. "How many times do I have to tell you two? You both weigh close to two hundred pounds! You two cannot be bouncing on and off furniture like that."
"It ain't broke," Hoot told me.
Yeah, right, sure it wasn't.
Randy spoke up, but not at my husband and Hoot. "You know, some married couples just have a second honeymoon instead of renewing their vows."
"Yeah, but they ain't never had the first honeymoon."
The fact Hoot knew that was a surprise to me. He didn't get much more out, Gordon grabbed a pillow and belted his friend upside the head with it.
I turned my attention back to Sanderson and my paints. Just in time to hear Sanderson talk over the phone to the Elvis Chapel, "Yeah, I have a question about your wedding chapel. Do you have fresh flowers or would we have to bring our own?"
I was surrounded by men. But, for the first time in my life I could just enjoy their company without having to worry about anything.
