Yo No Quiero Taco Bell Wedding

Don't get me wrong, I really like Taco Bell. It may be my favorite fast food restaurant. Around twice a month, I crave Nachos Bell Grandes (how in the hell do you pluralize this culinary wonder?), Chalupas, and Meximelts. Beef-like filling which closely resembles something found on the grocery store's pet care aisle instead of the meat refrigerator could not bother me less. I eat it; I enjoy it.

Despite my affinity for T-Bell, I do not care to exchange my wedding vows between the checkout counter and soft drink station. Paul and Caragh Brooks did just that in a recent ceremony. The couple, who met on the internet (big surprise there...sarcasm, sarcasm, sarcasm), tied the knot as the restaurant continued to serve tacos and burritos to other customers.

Since I am involved in a long term relationship (sorry, ladies) and edging closer to popping the question myself, I started to wonder how my girlfriend would respond if I suggested a Taco Bell wedding. I am pretty sure it would involve tears from her eyes followed by tears in my own, after she doused my body in Fire sauce.