One night during my first year at UNLV
, Greg and Murphy and I were hanging
out in my room when the phone rang. It was my first girlfriend
. "Meet me at
the Chapel of the Roses
at the Union Plaza
at ten o'clock," she said. She
sounded like a little kid with a secret
, a tone of voice I had learned to
when we were dating
"I have no idea," I said, and it was true. She was wildly unpredictable
the workings of her mind were a complete mystery to me.
"I'm getting married
!" she shrieked.
I looked up at the guys, who were staring at me in confusion. "She's getting
married," I said.
"To who?" they said, practically in unison. I repeated the question to her.
She told me. Oh, yeah--that
guy. They had been living together for several months. He'd
been taking care of her ever since she broke her arm, but I had no idea what
their relationship was like. "I once promised myself that I would do
before I turned twenty-one
, and this is the one thing I
haven't done yet," she said.
"Well. That's...great." Then on a hunch I asked, "Does your family know?"
"I'm calling them right after I get off the phone with you. So will you be
I looked over at the guys again and shrugged. "Can Murphy and Greg come?"
We stopped off at the Bonanza Gift Shop
on the way to pick up some fuzzy
as a wedding present
. We were the first to arrive at the chapel
and I discovered that one of the two girls
working there had been in a
theater class with me in high school
. Greg really hit it off with the other
girl; her grandfather was a famous jazz
drummer, and you know how Greg is
The bride's family showed up a short time later, looking as if
they had set out to attend a funeral and had stumbled into this casino
by mistake. They looked positively grim. The girls at the
chapel didn't know what to make of it all. Then the bride showed up, bubbling
over with enthusiasm, her arm still in a cast.
sort of peters out
here; I don't remember too much about the rest
of the night except that the ceremony
went off all right and for a wonder
nobody got up and said the obvious when the pastor
asked if there was any
reason these two shouldn't be joined in holy matrimony
. My first girlfriend
and her husband
split up after a year of marriage. Greg went out with the
wedding chapel girl with the jazz grandfather for a while, but they broke up
I have no idea what happened to the fuzzy dice.