Several years ago, a nice neighbor of mine had his birthday in Las Vegas, NV, and he was booking the rooms for most people, however they had to find their own transferation to & from.
It was important for most people to let him assume whether they could come, so that he wasn’t overbooking & paying for unused hotel rooms.
I knew I would not be going, & I told him immediately. I knew he understood, although he was a bit frustrated. I asked him why he chose Las Vegas to get married? He looked at myself and others with a single of those crooked smiles, & told myself and others that not only is Las Vegas, NV, filled with celebrity chapels, however they had legal recreational marijuana. I guessed that marijuana was important because of the immense smile he had on his face. He said the marijuana was for the night before the birthday. He & his friends were planning on getting high, drinking too much, & hoping not to have a headache so bad for the next afternoon that he couldn’t say his vows. I knew our neighbor well & none of these explanations surprised me, the night before the birthday, he called me. I knew he hadalready been drinking too much, because he asked myself and others if I thought he was making a immense mistake, and when I said no, I thought his soon-to-be partner was terrific, he chuckled. He said he wasn’t worried about her. He was worried about how much recreational marijuana he had used, along with the alcohol. If he had to ask, I am sure he had already had too much.