PLANNING OUR WEDDING

I had been with Blythe for nearly a week and we had developed a pattern where we spent the evenings sipping wine and talking on the veranda.  I said:  "Blythe, I have been thinking about getting married at the campsite and I don't feel comfortible with it; not enough control over unforseen events.  She said she felt that way too and suggested the First Methodist Church where her parents were married.  "They have a little special place..a small auditorium called The Rose Room.  My Mother told me she had Song of India played before the ceremony.  I liked the idea very much and suggested we fly to Tahoe for our Honeymoon. "They have palatial Hotels and gambling if you wish"  She said she wasn't into gambling.  I said maybe we could just play the slots.  In typical Blythe fashion, she replied:  "Buddy, there is only one slot you better be intersted in."   It was catching.  I said "Yes, I hit the jackpot there once, it was the noisiest slot I ever played....all sorts of bells and whistles.   We agreed on Methodist wedding and Reno......slot(s).   She brought up Bob Key again and told me that my story gave her the "creeps."   I told Blythe about our fun in freaking people out and how we stared at people eating dinner at the tables along the window on Brand Blvd.  Then I told her about his foray in freaking out a Real Estate lady by pretending to be looking for a house and how she showed him a real nice big one and how she asked him if he had any fanily as the house had four bedroom and three baths.  "When he came to the first bath, he got down on his knees and stuck his face into the bowl and sniffed.  When she asked again about his family, he said he was single but there would be about five ladies staying there plus the Madame.   She absolutley freaked out and drove him back to her office and made him sit in the back seat where he sang to her.  Blythe simply said that she was glad I survived him.  The next day we drove to the Church and made arrangements for the Rose Room one week from today at 2:00 P.M.  I asked her to drive me to the airport to check on my plane.   I had the tank topped off, checked the oil level, did a walk around and fired it up.  Sounded good.  I told Blythe I would fly to Frisco the next morning and would fly back to Sacremento the afternoon before the day we were to be married.  This would give me time to make reservations at Reno and do a few other things.  It was a good day as we made good use of it.  (to be continued)