Sorry.. it's been a while, I suppose.

And there's a simple explanation for it, actually. If you believe Sarah and I have been preoccupied with school now that spring break is over, you're quite mistaken. Sarah and I did not go back to school on Monday. Instead, we ran away from home and married complete strangers in Vegas.

It was wild, man. There was this 50-something year old who looked a bit like Mark Morriss after a few drinks.. or perhaps that was just the British accent. He kept calling me "love," and then when he proposed, well... my brain said no, but my heart/the vodka said yes. Sarah wandered off with some guy named Steve who kept giggling and spinning in small circles.

And after Brit-dude and I walked out of the casino chapel, we were abducted by aliens. Not out-of-the-sky, flying saucer aliens, mind you. Illegal aliens. I think they were Swedish.

So Sarah and Steve came gallantly rushing to our assistance, just before our Scandinavian captors had a chance to drown us in this gigantic vat of rotting meatballs.

And then we found a spare plane on the ground, and my new husband flew us all home. But not before we ran out of gas and had to land and spend the night in a haunted castle, mind you.

Yes. That's where we've been.

Love,
-The New Mrs. British Amy