Hello, beautiful readers! I hope everyone has recovered from the holidays and hope your new year is off to a great start! I was blessed to end the year with my wonderful family at the happiest place on Earth, Disneyland! It was awesome! My hubs and I then celebrated not only the New Year, but also our 12 year wedding anniversary. Oh my goodness! I can’t believe we’ve reached the dirty dozen! Who would have thought…certainly not me, especially after how everything went down. Let’s go back to memory lane…shall we? Ummm…yeah! It’s only one of my favorite stories!
Okay, soooo….It’s Saturday, December 29th, 2001, my boyfriend and I had just broken up. I was DEVASTATED! Naturally, I drove to my best friend’s house for comfort, to bash him, and to drink the night away. Being the best friend that she is, she DEMANDS me to go to Vegas with her and her sisters. (Dang! She’s soooo bossy!) With tear filled eyes, nonstop sobbing, and alcohol breath, I agreed. Why? Because there’s no better cure for a broken heart than Sin City…that’s why.
So, I sobered up and went home to pack. The next day, I returned to my best friend’s house, she informed me that she still had some things to take care of and would meet me in Vegas, but that I should go with her sister to remain distracted. Hesitantly, I agreed. I wanted her to be by my side during my time of heartache, no…I needed her! Buuuuut…we’re talking about Vegas here and I NEEDED Sin City even more, so I hugged her and said my goodbyes. Before I left, I made sure to threaten her…faking on me was not an option!
So now, I’m in the car with my bestie’s sister and her friends having a good time. During the whole road trip, guess who was blowing up my bulky flip phone? (Yes, I had one and thought I was the shiiiiiiiit!) Mmm hmmm…you guessed it! The EX! Although I desperately wanted to answer his calls, I declined each one and eventually, turned off my phone. Once everyone in the car heard my story, they all agreed that I should forget him for the moment and focus on Vegas. (How could I go against that logic? I couldn’t.) My priority was to go crazy and have a great time in one of my favorite cities.
Once we arrived, I turned on my phone. As soon as I did, I had tons of voicemail messages all from “the EX.” With a broken heart, I turned off my phone again and focused on getting ready for a night filled of dancing and drinking.
After partying all night, we finally returned to the hotel around 5 a.m. The first thing I did was turn on my phone to see if my ex had called. Within a few minutes of my phone being turned on, he called. Without hesitation, I answered. Needless to say, he was shocked that I was in Vegas. He asked me to return home. I said no. He became frustrated then sad. He made my heart melt. For whatever insane reason, I decided to go back home. Once I informed him of my decision, he stated that he would just fly to me instead.
He caught the first flight to Vegas. I picked him up at the airport. Seeing him gave me a feeling of relief. I was in his arms again…right where I belonged. We spent the day together by ourselves happily. Later in the evening, we joined the rest of the group who had now become a lot bigger and hung out, waiting for the year to come to an end.
Finally, that moment came. At the stroke of midnight, in the middle of the Las Vegas strip while everyone was celebrating the New Year, my ex gets on one knee and asks for my hand in marriage. My heart literally stopped. Although we were surrounded by thousands of people and the sky was lit up by a spectacular fireworks display, I didn’t see or hear anyone or anything, but him. He had taken my breath away and had made every inch of my body melt. He professed his love to me under a beautifully lit night sky and surrounded by several spectators and friends who had now formed a circle around us. Once I was able to gather my thoughts, I said yes. He raised himself and excitedly planted a kiss on my lips. I couldn’t stop smiling. (You should see the pictures! Talk about a cheesy smile!)
Once everyone around us congratulated us and we were able to get to one another, he held me tight and said, “The thing is…I want us to get married here…tonight. I don’t want another day to pass without you being all mine.” (Talk about getting my panties wet!) So, I turned to our group and said, “Hey, guys! We’re getting married tonight! Let’s hurry before the alcohol wears off!” (We weren’t drunk, but we like to tell people we were! We’re so silly.)
Getting to the courthouse proved to be one hell of a challenge…the streets were closed and packed with people, there were no cabs available, it was just a mess. Somehow, my “fiancé” ended up getting us a limo. We agreed to meet everyone at the Little White Chapel after we went to the courthouse. Once we took care of all legalities, a limo took us to the chapel. Within moments, everyone showed up. When I say everyone, I mean EVERYONE and their mom! Apparently, my best friend’s other sister showed up with her crew (they roll deep), the chapel was PACKED with people even standing, all waiting for my fiancé and I to say our vows.
We declared our love and commitment to one another and at 3:40 a.m., we were pronounced husband and wife (with part of my g-string showing the entire time). You should see the video!!! OMAIGA!!!
Well, that’s my wedding story. I have been blessed with an amazing husband. He has given me the best gifts a woman could ever ask for…our three kids and his heart. I pray that we continue to be blessed with a lifetime of happiness, respect, loyalty, and love.
NOTE: (My best friend never made it to Vegas. To say that I was PISSED is an understatement. Once we were on our way home, I called her and informed her of the news. Needless to say, we cried like little bitches from happiness and regret that she wasn’t there to share my special day. Don’t get me started on my family’s reaction…that’s a whole other story! Lol!)