Wee Bit o' the Humor

So, as I'd mentioned, the main reason for the Las Vegas trip was to attend a wedding. Friends getting married, friends going on the trip, and a chance to see an actual Las Vegas wedding... seemed like a can't miss opportunity. And indeed, it was a good time.

I didn't know it before heading out there, but it turns out the choice of location was because an earlier generation in the family had been married in the exact same chapel. It's been there since 1940. And its name gave us no shortage of humor for most of the trip.

The chapel is called "Wee Kirk O' the Heather." To be spoken only in a Scottish accent, of course. And you might think the unconventional name might have made it easier to remember, but the unwieldiness won out.

So first, someone called it "Wee Kirk O' the Cameron."

And then there was "Wee Kirk O' the Douglas."

By that point, everybody remembered the real name, but a game had been created. And it grew quickly. Soon we were branching out.

Wee Kirk O' the Captain.

Wee Dirk O' the Benedict.

Wee Dirk O' the Diggler.

Wee Kurt O' the Vonnegut.

Wee Kurt O' the Cobain.

Wee Kurt O' the Russell.

Wee Kate O' the Hepburn.

Wee Kate O' the Capshaw.

By all means, play along here. It's fun! Or, if you don't think so, remember that there's not much else to do while you're sitting in a cab. The humor standards fall accordingly.