A couple days before our wedding Lee’s mom and stepdad got Lee and I tickets to see David Copperfield. [The magician, not the Dicken's character.] We had fantastic seats. Right up by the stage. Thirteen years later I can’t remember exactly what tricks he did for us. But I do remember being amazed. I have no idea how he does what he does. It was an incredible show.
Right after our wedding Lee’s mom and stepdad treated us again. This time they took everybody (all of our family and friends) out to dinner at the Flamingo Hotel. It was like our wedding reception. Except there was no bad karaoke. Or dancing.
But there was food. And cake.
We had our choice of prime rib or chicken. And tons and tons of vegetables. It was a delicious meal. And we were stuffed.
But we still left room for cake.
They got us a multi-tiered cake to celebrate our wedding. So even though we were hundreds of miles from home. In a strange city where we know nothing about where to find the best bakery. We still got the luxury of a traditional wedding cake. And it was yummy.
I hear that it is tradition to keep some of your wedding cake in the freezer so you and your spouse can eat it on your one year anniversary. So we attempted to do this. Even though we would have to take it on the plane. We boxed some up and took it with us. Shoved it in to our luggage.
And when we got home and saw how smooshed and gross it was? We promptly threw it in the trash.
But we still had wedding cake on our one year anniversary. Since we renewed our vows in a big ceremony. Complete with a huge reception. Filled with bad karaoke. And dancing. And lots and lots of alcohol.