So I mentioned briefly in my last post that Mark and I had a spur-of-the-moment Las Vegas wedding recently. I’ll admit that before we left for Utah, I did ask Mark about the possibility of getting hitched in Vegas. He said he’d love to but that it wasn’t gonna happen this time around. I asked how sure he was – after all, he’s been suggesting it for years. He said he was 100% sure that it would not be happening. I told him that if there was ANY possibility of it happening to let me know, as then I could bring some of the accouterments that I’ve been collecting ever since our FIRST wedding was cancelled. He swore I should leave them all at home and not think about it.
So I didn’t.
And then we got to Utah, and it was brought up again by his mom and our friends, and we started talking about planning something for next spring. But I knew that if we were forced to plan something, it just was never gonna happen. We are not planners. We don’t have the discipline to sit down and decide what we want and how we want it. So I started to push for a quickie trip to Sin City to just get it done. Mark’s mom was on board and wanted us to just do it already. My parents felt the same.
Unfortunately Mark had booked the trip so that we’d have two weekends in SLC. He wanted one weekend for friends and one for family. If we went to Vegas, we’d miss one or the other, and he wasn’t prepared to do that. Also he wanted to do SOME planning. I tried to talk him into an overnight trip on Friday the 13th. I said we could drive to Vegas, get married immediately and then drive home the next morning.
We ended up having a bit of a fight because he made it clear it wasn’t worth his time to drive that far and for such a short time JUST to marry me. Thanks hon. 😉
I put it out of my mind, but that weekend we had dinner with a few friends and the subject came up again. Over margaritas and Mexican food, said friends made it clear that even on such short notice they would be more than willing to go to Vegas and watch us get hitched. Especially when I said that we were wanting (okay, *I* was wanting) the tackiest wedding possible. In no time at all, we decided to go for it. We had ONE WEEK to plan the wedding of our dreams (okay, my dreams).
Everyone was under strict instructions to find their TACKIEST and most ludicrous outfits and to keep it cheap. Both Mark and I had been married before, so there seemed no point in making a big “to do” about it, but we DID want a celebration with our nearest and dearest.
It made me sad to think that my family wouldn’t be able to attend, but with a little research I found a wedding chapel that would broadcast the entire ceremony out over live web-cam. Not only that, but they’d record the whole thing on a separate camera and give us a DVD of the ceremony to share.
In just a few short days, we had made all the arrangements, bought all the clothes and supplies and managed to get nearly everyone we cared about down to Nevada.
Of course, there was only one real hitch – and that was despite all of my insistence on a tacky wedding with tacky outfits, I simply couldn’t find a tacky dress to wear! I went to every thrift shop in Salt Lake City, trying hard to find an ugly prom dress or something formal but ugly. Unfortunately my rather large chest area was just not able to fit into anything I found.
In the end, Mark took me to Nordstrom Rack, and in about 10 seconds flat I found the dress. And it was beautiful. Lace and silk and just the perfect thing… IF this was a traditional wedding. Of course, it was a size 10, so I knew it would never fit, but I held onto it and halfheartedly picked out another couple of things to try on. Imagine my shock when it DID fit. Pretty much perfectly! And it was in clearance, as well. $38.50 down from $499.99! Seriously! I found out later that it had previously been altered. And while I’m not sure HOW it was altered, I assume it was let out a bit, which accounts for how I was able to fit in a size 10.
Anyway, in the end, I had the dress and couldn’t imagine getting married in anything else. I kept it secret from everyone else as I didn’t want flack for not sticking to my own rules, but in the end no one cared. They all just wanted us to be happy.
And so it was with happy hearts and much love and support that we were married on September 21st, 2013 at 7:30PM PST. Our ceremony was officiated by Elvis at An Elvis Chapel. And it was amazing.
While Daniel was in attendance, he spent the whole thing sleeping in his car seat. Dexter, on the other hand, simply ran amock, climbing on the piano, standing between us, and trying to be picked up. It was pretty cute, and I felt bad since it was late and he was past his bedtime.
We were given two sets of vows (actually three! We actually had to get “officially” married before the ceremony, so a minister gave us a quick vow exchange about five minutes beforehand) by Elvis. The first set made me cry, which I didn’t expect at all. I’m usually a bit of a robot, but when you are marrying the man of your dreams, it’s hard not to get emotional. The second set were special “Elvis vows,” and they were hilarious.
Immediately after our vows ended, Elvis sang a special rendition of “I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You” while Mark and I (and eventually Dexter) danced in front of our guests. It was magic.
And when the whole thing was done, our friends and family were invited up to dance and sing and Elvis treated us to another song – Viva Las Vegas. Truly a fun and spectacular event.
I couldn’t have asked for a more special event. It was quick and cheap and silly and fun, and it was everything I ever could have wanted. I look forward to the rest of my life with this man that I so genuinely love and admire.
You can see the video here: