Jackie hates when I say that.
Today is the anniversary of the adventure that was our Las Vegas wedding at the Wee Kirk o' the Heather, founded in 1940 and presently the oldest wedding chapel in Vegas, now that the Hitchin' Post closed down, wonder why.
It was supposed to be pretty easy, but when we got to the Clark County Office building the day before to get our license, they were closed down due to power outage, which almost never happens. An omen? Who knows? So far so good, so I'm glad we didn't take it seriously. The sign on the door said they hoped to be open later in the day or early evening, hopefully. Got there at 11pm, relieved to see that they were open, and we joined the long line of perspective newlyweds who provided a reference group of those opting for a Vegas marriage, ranging from some tattooed tuffs from Tulsa to some pretty dapper Hollywood/jet set types, placing us somewhere around the 80th percentile of the population of those in search of a winning hand in the crap shoot of connubial bliss. Was hoping for a celeb or two, but they never seem to look the same off screen, so who knows.
Wedding license in hand we arranged for the $179 non-denominational package at the Wee Kirk which included a video of the event, which still brings a smile to my face to see it. Afterward, dinner at Andre's, a well kept Vegas secret, an authentic French farmhouse hideaway a few blocks off the strip was magical and quite unexpected, where they seemed to know it was our wedding night and gave us the royal treatment, and finally, a gift from the city in the form of a parking ticket resulting from the inattentive mindless of 2 giddy newly weds. Jackie tried to plead temporary insanity, but to no avail.
Still blissfully happy,
Pablo
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