TJ + Megan's Wedding in Las Vegas

By now it was that twilight stage between daylight and darkness. This allowed for a perfect picture like this to be captured. The colors are so vibrant and actually make Las Vegas look like a nice town. The colors really cover up the sin, lies and broken dreams.

Just look at me. Why would someone ever fall in love with that? But I'm not in it for love. If I was I would drop a couple hundred pounds and stop acting like a complete jackass. But instead I do what I want and pay the price for it. It is what it is my friends.

Did I say beer? I meant glass of wine. I was trying to be all manly like Aaron and Brodey, since they are the pinnacle of manliness, right? I sure love me a good beer but if beer and wine are both free, I'm going to choose the wine. It just gets the job done faster. Not like I needed it though. I was surrounded by my best friends. What more could I need? I'm truly lucky to have such wonderful friends. Sometimes it's good to be the Iceman.

As sun set in the West, the lights of Las Vegas were turned on and the cocktail hour began. With a beer in my hand I took another panoramic picture to try and capture the scene from up here. I think this is why people come to Las Vegas. Sure, the gambling, booze and hookers are a big draw but the spectacle of this city trumps it all. I've never been to another place quite like it. It truly is a unique kind of town and one that I can't help myself from returning to time and time again. I love to hate this place. It's one hell of a town.

Melissa is amazing. I don't know how she puts up with Aaron and allowed him to be the father of her children. Simply stunning. On top of that, she's freakin' sweet too. I normally party Clubhouse-style (no girls allowed) but for her I'll make an exception.

I had to "steal" this picture (hence the proof watermark) from their wedding album so I at least had some kind of pictures from the night. It's hard to take pictures of the wedding when you are in it. That's why I rely on others. Sometimes you get nothing.

It was a pretty small wedding. Only family and close friends. There couldn't have been more than 40 people there, so there wasn't a head table. That's all fine and dandy though because Megan + TJ got to sit up front at an intimate table for two.

I then made a Mr. Roll Man using two lumps of butter and proceeded to have a conversation between him, Mr. Fruit Plate Man and myself, using different voices for them of course. It's no wonder that no girl will let me kiss her. I have problems.

I got to sit at the kid's table, which is all I can ever ask for at a wedding. We all are technically adults, but I still consider us kids until someone tells me otherwise. Even then I won't listen. Some of them (like Aaron and Melissa and Lee and Stacy) even have kids of their own, but that changes nothing. I refuse to believe it. As for me and Brodey? Well, let's just say that you don't have to worry about future Godfathers or Icemans dominating the beer pong world. Our spawn are still pretty far away from becoming more than just a twinkle in their father's eyes.

Here's yet another reasons (as if you needed one) why I will be single for my entire life - I refuse to grow up. I grabbed a plate of fruit and I made it into Mr. Fruit Plate Man. At first he was smiling because he was happy to be the chosen one. But once he realized what he was chosen for, he got worried and shouted out, "Oh no Iceman! Don't eat me!" I understand his concern, but I was hungry. Sorry pal.