Yo Ho, Yo Ho!

A few minutes after the chrismation service was over, I headed north. I had caught wind of a random excursion my friend Stacey was taking, and we decided that I would take a drive and meet her in Vegas.

It's interesting trying to explain a day trip that involves driving for eight hours. It's interesting trying to explain that I'm skipping out on the festivities celebrating ten of my friends becoming Orthodox so that I can get to Vegas and back before the visit from the bishop the next morning. Yes, it was a very odd context to sandwich Vegas into, but what can you do? She lives in New York. We'd been friends since summer '05 without meeting in person. The situation needed amending!

So it was that RevStacey, the alpha pirate and Spidey, the definitely not alpha pirate, finally met in person. So it is that we finally have photographic evidence of a pirate meeting involving Stacey.

Stacey did not want photographic evidence of being in Vegas, so I suggested the picture be taken in front of a Denny's sign. There were certainly enough of those! However, as we strolled past Treasure Island, it was clear that the only place we could possibly have our picture taken was right there.

It was a fun time. We walked the Strip. We called Mark. We half expected to run into someone we both happen to know (we had no idea who, it's just that we seem to know the same people). We ate at a sidewalk cafe at Paris. Three hours went by fast, though, and she had to meet her travelling companions for a show, so I headed home. As I sat in the parking lot that was Las Vegas Boulevard, I texted Counselor. Pirate meetings are made of total win.