We ran off 25 years ago and went to Vegas and didn't tell a soul. On this day 25 years ago, we went and got the license, then drove around Vegas with a Russian taxi cab driver and checked out chapels, with the cab driver getting out with us at each one and giving us his opinion. We found one and took a limo the next morning to make it official. It was a funky place made to look like a garden with astro-turf grass and a indoor rock gardeny fountain. I recall how nervous I was- more nervous than the other two times. A couple of friends sent us a basket to our hotel room, because they sensed something was up. We were saving to buy a house, so we figured this was a better plan. We had a reception later in LA when everyone found out. And we're still at it.
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