Sanitizing Santa

If you don’t mind, I would like to start this post off with a few stupid questions:

  • As a child, did you add a pipe to your Christmas wish list due to Santa’s penchant for tobacco?
  • Are you worried about Santa’s longevity because he is known to indulge in a pipe from time to time?
  • In high school, were you ever the victim of peer pressure that even remotely resembled the following argument “Smoking is cool because Santa does it. You want to be cool like Santa, right?!”?
  • Have any of the kids in your life taken up smoking because they heard Santa can sometimes be found with smoke circling his head like a wreath?

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Yeah, I didn’t think so. Continue reading

Only in Vegas: Married by a Dead Guy

Gone are the days of weddings involving the local church, a handmade (or handed down) dress, and a reception featuring a meal prepared by the newlywed’s families.

In our age of conspicuous consumption, many couples are trying to keep up with the Kardashians by throwing massive weddings that more closely resemble spectacles than public declarations of love. And if the bride-to-be isn’t fortunate enough to be an event planner by trade, she have a hell of a time deciding between the seemingly endless array of vendors offering wedding-related goods and services to ensure the happy couple’s special day is tailored to reflect their credit card limits unique personalities.

But what if you don’t care to make thousands of mostly insignificant decisions about an event that will last 12 hours at the very most? What if you truly can’t muster up even an ounce of interest in the colour of the chair covers at the reception, whether the invitations are embossed or debossed, or how many tiers the cake features? What if you just want to dress up in your fancy clothes, say a few words, put on your new ring, and get your party on?

In a word, the answer is Vegas. Continue reading