So, the real reason we went to Arizona was because my precious Yola got married. And, she married a truly great guy named Paul. It's an awesome thing to be able to share in a special day like that with one of your friends, but when she marries someone who you know will especially treat her like gold, it makes it that much better. Paul is an awesome addition to her life (and to ours now too).
To back up for a second... because we had a butt-crack early flight the next morning, we had to seize our last morning and search out a local spot for a mexican breakfast. I didn't really know where the hell we were so basically, we just googled, "good mexican breakfast in Tucson", entered it in the GPS, and started driving. We were fiending for something authentic and since it was a fairly long drive, we were pretty hungry and anxious by the time we got there.
You can imagine our faces when we pulled into the parking lot of THIS:
Luxurious, no? I had signed up for breakfast, not death - be it from getting shot in the head or foodborne illness! This joint was a problem. But, on second glance of the parking lot, not only was it completely packed, but it was full of nice looking cars, and the people we saw coming out looked "normal".
Against better judgement, we decided to go in and thank goodness we did because the food was awesome! I would have equated the whole thing to a Mexican Waffle House. It was definitely the most unique breakfast experience we've ever had.
We went back to the hotel to get ready for the wedding and drove to Tubac for the ceremony. Yola looked beautiful and I choked up the instant I saw her. I always wondered who she would marry - the tough girl from New York, smart as a whip, with an unwavering loyalty, a lawyer, a soldier, and an untamed sexiness you couldn't stifle under a thousand blankets. Those of us lucky enough to really know her, can see her fragility and also know how soft her heart is under all that armor. I love her to death.
True to form, she was about to shock us all. She looked stunning coming down the aisle and when she met her groom at the altar they both turned around and smiled as they addressed the crowd.
"You may have noticed there is no officiant here. That's because, earlier this year, on January 29th, Paul and I we're already married in Vegas. By Elvis himself."
Uhhhh... Come again?!
"You all were invited here today to witness a vow renewal in front of our family and friends."
Holy shit! She was not playing. Half of me thought it was the most awesome thing ever. After all, as a kid, I used to tell my mom that my dream wedding would be at a drive-thru chapel in Las Vegas with Elvis too. Not even kidding. Then, Brent whispered in my ear, "They were already married when we saw them this summer." and a little piece of me felt suckered that we didn't know sooner. But when she broke down and cried during her vows, we had all already forgotten it was the second time around.
The reception was awesome. The wine flowed a little too easily and my dress was a little too short to have gotten that ridic on the dance floor. Brent and I had so much fun through laughter and happy tears. I didn't want the night to be over and I hated to leave. It was a great trip and I am so anxious to see where life takes Yolanda and Paul and all the blessings that form from their life together!













