Vegas, baby!

So after the proposing goes down, I sez to my new fiance,

"New fiance" and she sez,
"Don't call me that"
"Well, what should I call you then?"
"Your Beyonce."
"For true?"
"Yes. And no more back sass from you."
"Ok. New Beyonce..."
"Yes?"
"Let's get up late tomorrow and I will wake you up with breakfast in bed and we will take a cab to work"

After some mild protesting about how that was too much money I convinced Shanghai that I could afford a cab to work on the day after our engagement. Throughout the week I had been asking questions to give me hints such as "Hey baby, where do you keep your passport - I want someplace safe to put mine." and "Hey baby, if I was going to do something special this week, you'd cancel that course you've signed up for, right"? So the next morning I was prepared. I stepped outside to call the cab because I "wasn't getting any reception" on my cell phone (NB: if you live in Parkdale this is almost always true anyhow). The cab arrives and before Shanghai gets outside I let him know we're going to the airport, but that once we get in the cab I'm gonna tell him we're going somewhere else when we get in the cab, and to ignore that somewhere else. We get in the cab and everything is normal until we get to the gardiner and the cabbie heads west. Shanghai whispers (so as not to offend the cab driver),

"We're going the wrong way"
"Um, I have a confession to make - we're not going to work today"
"What do you mean 'we're not going to work today'?"
"We're not going to work today."
"Adam. What. Have. You. Done?"
"Don't worry, it's all taken care of"
"Um, I have stuff to do at work, I can't just not show up!"
"You have the day off."

and so on and so forth for about 10 minutes. There were a couple of moments where I thought I had made a huuuuuuge mistake and I was going to have to get the cab driver to turn around. Fortunately, Shanghai's curiousty got the better of her.

"Oh my god, are we going to the airport?"
"Well, we're not taking a cab to Hamilton."
"Where are we going... which terminal is domestic and which is international?"
"I'm sure I can't remember"
"Adam, we can't leave the country - I don't have my passport."
"Yes you do."

So I had her guessing up until we checked in for the flight.

"What is your destination, sir?"
"Las Vegas."
(Miché, freaking out) "Holy shit, we're going to Vegas?!!!"
"Yeah, but we're not getting married while we're there."
(Miché totally deadpan)"Oh." (freaking out again) "I can't believe we're going to Las Vegas!!!"

Over to you, Shanghai.