I'm huge and lumbering and nesting in a really big way, but seeing the same old post up for weeks on end is making me sad. To fix that, I'm digging through the archives of a now-abandoned journal
for some of my old faves. This is the story of the whirlwind leading up to our Vegas nuptials originally published on October 9, 2007.
The Boy and I had been talking about getting married in Vegas for a
while, but not seriously. Or at least *I* wasn't serious. But as time
went on, it became clear that he found the idea very intriguing.
Eventually, I relented and said "IF you really want to get married in
Vegas, I will do it. BUT only on the condition that the whole thing is
as tacky as possible. Yes, that's right. I want to be married by Elvis."
As
you know, he proposed on September 29th. He told me he did want to get
married in Vegas, and asked me to marry him. Obviously I said yes. It
was sweet, it was low-key, and it was very us. The next day, I hopped in
the car and went off to the bridal shop. I was looking for a veil, and
maybe
a dress if I could find one that a) fit, b) was available off the rack,
and c) wasn't some nasty, silly, hideous, poofy cake dress. Lo and
behold, I found one that was perfect and only needed hemming. Only 5% of
brides fit a dress size exactly, and I was one of them. I had always
wanted a mantilla, and there it was. A fingertip length mantilla, with a
pattern that matched the dress perfectly.
Next, I had to find a
seamstress to hem the dress. The first one the dress shop recommended
lived about 45 minutes away. Doable, but extremely problematic, given
that I was leaving for Vegas in 5 days. The next suggestion was a woman
who lives literally 4 blocks away, who did work from home on the side,
and who was willing and able to take on the alterations. Seriously, some
brides spend almost a year finding a dress, having it sized, and
finding a veil that matches the dress that she loves. It took me 45
minutes.
THEN, I had to find a ring for the groom. Since he knew
he was springing this on me, he bought a wedding band that interlocked
with my engagement ring. We got his size figured out, and we found the
perfect band online. BUT, only a limited number of sizes were kept in
stock, so it'd be miraculous if the ring he wanted, in his (uncommon)
size, was available for overnight shipping. Apparently miracles happen.
Now we had to find an Elvis to perform the ceremony... God Bless The
Internet!

In 24 hours, I got engaged, found a wedding dress, had
my final fitting for the hem, found a chapel that was available, found
the groom's ring, AND booked an Elvis. When the stars align like that,
you gotta' know it's right. The only thing left to do is take a deep
breath and say I do. Thankyouveramusch, I did!