Several years ago, a wonderful friend of mine had his wedding in Las Vegas, NV, he was booking the rooms for everyone, but they had to find their own transferation to & from, and it was substantial for everyone to let him know 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, but he was a bit aggravated. I asked him why he chose Las Vegas to get married? He looked at myself and others with one of those crooked smiles, & told myself and others that not only is Las Vegas, NV, filled with celebrity chapels, but they had legal recreational marijuana. I guessed that marijuana was substantial because of the immense smile he had on his face. He said the marijuana was for the night before the wedding. He & his friends were planning on getting high, drinking too much, & hoping not to have a headache so awful for the next day that he couldn’t say his vows. I knew our friend well & none of these explanations surprised me. The night before the wedding, he called me. I knew he would already been drinking too much, because he asked myself and others if I thought he was making a immense mistake! When I said no, I thought his soon-to-be wife was terrific, he chuckled. He said he wasn’t distraught about her. He was distraught about how much recreational marijuana he had used, along with the alcohol. If he had to ask, I’m sure he had already had too much.