There the happy couple are, in their horrifically pink and flowery chapel in the Bellagio. The guy performing the marriage, Phil, was disappointingly NOT Elvis, but I satisfied myself by saying that Phil could've been an Elvis back in his younger days.
Only in Vegas...Anyway, suffering from an immense amount of sleep, and still having the dinner/reception to go, TFF and I went in search of a pick-me-up that would take less time than a nap (which we didn't have time for). We found Dean, a super-fantastic bartender, and he served us up this:
Espresso Martini
1 1/4 oz espresso
1 1/4 oz stoli vanil
1 1/4 oz kahlua
1/4 oz frangelico
shaken... almost violently...
1 1/4 oz espresso
1 1/4 oz stoli vanil
1 1/4 oz kahlua
1/4 oz frangelico
shaken... almost violently...
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