So my Vegas flight and hotel room is booked... .. and my inner adolescent is plotting a tiresome and juvenile prank. I haven't told my (very conservative) parents I'm going. I thought I'd send them a postcard from Vegas saying, "I'm in Vegas experiencing an Elvis wedding. Who knew!" or words to that effect that will leave them with the impression that I'm the one getting married. My mother will have the freak out of her life. Bwahahahahahahah!
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