‘Why I’m getting married in Vegas like Jennifer Lopez’
When I get married next year, there won’t be a marquee, frothy dress or best man.
Satin-clad bridesmaids will be banished, routines for a first dance won’t be rehearsed, and those little sugared almond wedding favours will not be placed on tables (is that still a thing?).
Because I’m running away to get married in Vegas, like J.Lo.
‘How TACKY!’ I hear you cry. Well, that’s fine by me – the tackier the better.
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The biggest reason is, of course, cash. I already have a mortgage, and I don’t want to splash years worth of savings (ours, or my mum’s) on just one day.
But there are other reasons.
One, I just want to have fun. Yeah, I know traditional weddings can be lively, but have you been to Vegas?
Also, I’ve never really imagined getting married in my local village church back in the UK. Maybe when I was 20 that might have been lovely – and I’m not religious anyway.
I don’t have a massive family, either, so I’ve no great-great-aunts hanging out for an invite.
Plus, with myself and my partner living overseas, our friends are all over the place. So we’ve set a central-ish place in the world’s wedding hotspot.
We’ve invited around 20 lucky friends and family for the Big Day next year; we can’t really do impromptu like the celebs.
It’s what Vegas dubs a ‘micro wedding’, and apparently they’re the hottest thing post-pandemic.
And while I looked at the celeb-fave Little White Chapel, where Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck got hitched, I’ve chosen the retro-style Sure Thing chapel and splashed out on the priciest ceremony, at around $1300.
I’ve booked Elvis too. A female Elvis. (To be clear, an Elvis wedding doesn’t mean YOU dress up as Elvis. Two of my friends asked me if I was ‘going as Priscilla’… err, no.)
Other options I perused include tying the knot in the Red Rock desert, on a desolate dry lake bed, or even at a ghost town.
A rescue animal farm was a favourite for a while, until we realised we sadly couldn’t guarantee the donkeys would be keen to pose in our snaps.
I have also arranged a super cool photographer to take shots around the funky downtown area.
I’ve never dreamed of wearing a white frock a la Muriel’s Wedding. I’d rather buy myself a cool designer dress – which might be white, but might not be – I’ll be able to wear again, because I hate wasting things.
And I am even working on getting a horse involved in the ceremony (I’m a lifelong rider)… because in Vegas, anything is possible.
We don’t want presents, either. The folk who are able to come will be spending enough, though we might ask people to donate to an animal charity if they want to.
And after the 30-minute ceremony is done, we’ll take everybody for a nice dinner on The Strip, which, if it’s anything like the other times I’ve visited, is a real buzz.
My partner is, however, insisting his fave Ed Sheeran will be our walking down the aisle music at the chapel. Because some wedding traditions you sadly just can’t avoid.