Getting hitched in Vegas can be either really funny or really tragic. It's hilarious if you go with that intention. It's not so funny to wake up in a pool of your own vomit with a hot 19 year old Chilean guy sleeping next to you whose got a ring matching yours and absolutely no recollection of the past 12 hours.

I don't say this from experience, of course. Heh.

But you know, Vegas is Vegas. As the commercial says, what happens here, stays here. Quickie marriages, quickie divorces.

Now Louisiana is looking to cash in on the Mardi Gras nekkidness, alcohol-induced wedding proposals by getting rid of the waiting period for out of state marriages. Now you can gather ye beads where ye may, meet the stranger of yer dreams, and get hitched while trashed and then wake up in a pool of your own vomit.

Woohoo!

Quite honestly, I may not take marriage [in and of itself] seriously, but I take my marriage seriously. I think one should not get married unless they mean it. Getting divorced is something people should do in situations where there are irreconcilable differences or abuse in the relationship, not something you do because you didn't bother to get to know your future spouse well enough before getting married. Jennifer Lopez is a moron who throws her shit around like there's an expiration date on her cooter. You know, like if she doesn't find the man of her dreams by age [insert age here], her parts are going to shrivel up and fall out.

And so I think waiting periods for marriage are, in general, a good idea. It gives you a couple of days to think it over, maybe spend a little bit of extra time with the future Mr. or Mrs. Fish, maybe come to your senses.

But no waiting period+excessive amounts of alcohol=bad news and lots of divorce.

Maybe this is part of George's marriage promotion campaign. You know, marriage at any cost.