So you say you're engaged and planning your big day, but you're feeling a little stressed and blue over the whole to-do? Well, gather around kiddos, 'cause I got a foolproof way of jolting you out of your funk right here.
It's simple as pie -- just move your wedding date up by four months! There's 120 fewer days of agony right there.
And instead of having a carefully-crafted quiet little wedding at home, where you gotta figure out food and decorations and how to entertain your guests so they don't turn on Spongebob during your painfully overwrought ceremony?
Why, you pick the whole deal up, wad it in a ball, and drop it in the hands of the professionals, of course.
Yeah, uh-huh, that's right, we're going to Vegas, baby!
Just over three months from now, a handful of us will converge on The Strip for a whirlwind celebration culminating in me & Mr. B making mawage in some tooth-achingly-sweet wedding chapel across the street from some obnoxiously garish casino/hotel complex.
No cleaning house, or wondering whether I should buy new curtains and replace the kitchen flooring, or what to do with three dozen leftover egg salad tea sandwiches. All we gotta do is throw our panties, toothbrushes, and a credit card in a suitcase and hop on a plane. No muss, no fuss.
Suddenly this whole deal is sounding like a lot more fun.