MONKEY and SQUIRREL TIE THE KNOT!

Thats right boys and girls! The Monkey has finally settled down! Not that anyone thought I would be stupid enough to let Squirrel EVER get away, but without those rings and that marriage contract...ya just never know!

Her friends left town on Saturday, I took another horrendous beat late Saturday..and we all decided to spend Sunday at the pool at The Venetian. Me, Squirrel, Mike the Fast Talker and Joe Cutler came over to join us. It was a fun day at the pool. Met a VERY bizaare family from Utah. Mom was raised by Mormons. Married to a guy 20 years older than her. Has three daughters. One is 18 and super hot...and it was fine, until we started watching the Dad feel her up. Whoa. Then the Mom kept trying to kiss Squirrel. Dad decides to start telling Squirrel how hot I AM! Umm....thinkin maybe these psychos were quite possibly swingers. They were nice...but come on!

We went back to our hotel and ordered room service. Then we all passed out! Whooops! Guess we arent going out tonight! Woke up at NOON today...another 14 hour sleep fest! Sweet!

Had to check out of the South Point. Oh, what a shame. Mike had lined us up 5 free days at Bally's. You heard me...Bally's. We arrive. We check in. The furniture is like something out of 1972. I didn't think this crap still lived ANYWHERE this side of West Virginia. I am obviously wrong. They have even BOLTED the table with the TV to the wall...a table you couldn't pay a person to take. But hey! Free is free!

Mike decided to go play SNG's at the Venetian. The reports coming in from his precinct have NOT been too good thus far.

Squirrel and I finally decide, hey lets go get married! So we start out at Fashion Show Mall, looking for wedding bands. Finally find something we both like. Ship it. Get in the 4-Runner and go looking for the place we get a marriage liscense. Thanks Garmin. Found it. $60 later, we are out the door with necessary paperwork.

We are both sporting, uh...very casual attire. Should we go to the hotel and change into something a bit more appropriate? Naw! We might just change our minds! Lets do this!

Stop by the Elvis place, Graceland. They want too much, and we would have to wait too long. No...we want this in the books! Lets keep looking. Pull into the Little White Chapel, the place Brittany went that one fatefull evening a few years ago. Everything comes together, monies are paid, photos are taken, tears are shed, vows are exchanged...and it was done!

Wow. I am a married man. She is Squirrel Souther. I like it! Mrs. Monkey Souther. Well, now all of you know too! Joe called and offered us our first wedding gift, tickets to tonights Mystere show at the T.I. but she isn't feeling too hot, and we don't have enought time to get ready. So we are just going to enjoy her last night in Vegas together. She flies out in the morning, then I will get back on my horse and try again, playing the $340 at Venetian at noon. I am hoping that this might just switch things up for me!

Hopefully my next update here is a good one!

Married Monkey