Part 2: Honeymoon in Vegas

The original purpose of the trip was to attend my friend Amy's wedding. Her and her fiancee decided not to do the big grand production number, and just have a simple ceremony with good friends. Heading to Vegas and having fun there seemed to fit very well with their idea. And no, they didn't have Elvis officiating. Though the Elvis impersonator was obviously gay.
They chose a little chapel up at the HoJo's, a fair distance north of the strip. It was a very chapel-heavy area, but a little seedier. The chapel was charming, though, and the ceremony was nice. Fast, but nice. Amy got startled by the pre-recorded church organ belting out the wedding march, and was still a little dazed I guess when the vows began, about three minutes later. She flubbed her lines a little bit, and they had some minor technical difficulties with getting the rings onto their fingers, but all's well that ends well! I tried recording the vows, but still not being used to my new camera, I missed it. Which also means I wasn't taking pictures of that part. But there were a good 12 cameras snapping away, so I'm sure it was well documented anyway!
We then headed over to the Wynn for a drink. There were 2 rental cars between all the participants, so a group of us were heading out by car, and the rest were going to take cabs. When we got to the Wynn, Amy called and asked if Phil could go back and pick up another car-load, because they were not having any luck getting any cabs to show up. The drink prices at the Wynn were a little steep, but that was expected. The best part of the Wynn, however, was the sign at the door prohibiting strollers. As we walked in, I saw the sign, and commented "No strollers! This is my kind of place!" The lady who happened to be walking in ahead of us apparently agreed, and busted out laughing when I said it.
From there we headed down to the Luxor for dinner, at one of the buffets. Amy's friend D was there with a possible girlfriend (long story), and at one point she made the consummate commentary of the Vegas buffet experience: "Actually, it's not that bad!" Phil and I latched onto that one for the rest of the trip. Food, beverage, or guys, they all were victims of "actually..."
Next stop was the Bellagio. The intent was to get a poker table to ourselves, and just have some fun. Most of the group went back to the hotel rooms to change. Phil and I, and D and girl headed over without a costume change. D was consistently ordering girly pink beverages, so we were consistently harassing him. We got a seat that overlooked a main hallway past the gaming area, so we perfectly positioned to cruise / critique. It ended up being a lot of fun just doing that! At one point, an employee of some sort came over. We thought he had noticed us checking him out, but apparently we weren't actually that special. He 'invited' us to get a private table at the club - "Liquid" I believe - but he wasn't offering any special deal, just the chance to do it. We acted somewhat ambivalent so he said he'd give us his cell number and we could call him later. Sadly, D's girl jumped the gun, and she took "Joe's" number. We reprimanded her severely... Everyone else eventually showed up, but they were all a little tired, so we sat around, had another drink, and then everyone scampered off to their hotels.