At 3:00 a.m. the phone roused me from sleep.

“Hello my Brothah!”

“Steve?  It’s … holy shit.  It’s three in the morning.  What’s wrong?”

Becky was now awake, “Who is it?”

“Nothing’s wrong.  I’m getting married.”

“Oh.  Congratulations.  When?”

“Now.”

“No.  When are you getting married?”

“In a few minutes.  We’re in line right now.”

She’s there.  Can I talk to her?

Yeah sure.  Her name is Sally.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Sally.  This is Steve’s brother.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.  Where are you guys?”

“Vegas.  It’s a drive-thru wedding chapel.”

“Wow.”

“Cool, huh?”

“Yeah.  Let me talk to Steve again.”

“Mike, isn’t she great?”

“Yeah, I’m sure she is.  Listen I have an idea.  Why don’t you guys get out of line, give us a day to fly out there, and we can all be there for your wedding.”

“No.  Don’t worry about it, this is fine.”

“Really, Steve.  I’d like to be there for you.”

“I appreciate that bro.  That’s why I called you.”

“So you’ll wait?”

“Nah.  We’re good.  We’ll come by and let you meet her the next time we swing through Chicago.”

“Okay.  Well.  Thanks for calling.”

“Okay, we’re next.  See you soon.”

I hung up the phone and sat there trying to shake the cobwebs out of my head.

“We’re going somewhere?” Becky asked.

“No.  We’re not.”

“What did he want?”

“I don’t know, fries maybe.”

“What?”

“He’s in a drive-thru wedding chapel. “

“You’re kidding.”

“No.  I’m not.”  I lay back down and pulled the covers over my head.

“Wait.  Fries?”

“What else do you get in drive-thru’s.”

She smacked me with the pillow. “You’re awful.”

“I’m tired.”