Last week, I was officially married for the second time. I still can’t believe a great girl like that decided to share the rest of her life with a three-time stroke victim with massive speech impediments, permanently paralyzed limbs, and a declining bank balance.
Go me, I guess.
Either way, I want to thank all the willing participants, special guests, and celebrity officiants who celebrated with us. <insert ad>
After our official dinner and unofficial after-party, my wife and I marked the evening in our matrimonial marriage bed at the Bradford House—a Michelin Key-designated boutique hotel located in a restored apartment house just off Classen.
For this stay, we didn’t really have the time or interest to focus on food, but after a glimpse at their tasty and sweet offerings, I knew we had to come back. If the food is as good as the beds are durable and comfy, it had to be great.
So, last week, we returned to the scene of our marital crime to see what we missed: