we both love a good story, are fascinated by the excess Las Vegas represents, and can’t resist the allure of doing something a little bit crazy. When we realized Vegas was at the exact halfway mark of our upcoming drive, our fate was sealed. Our Actual Wedding I booked us a wedding slot at The Little Vegas Chapel, which came highly recommended by friends, bought a white dress on Revolve.com, arranged for both of our wedding rings (mine is from Solana Beach fine jeweler Kasía Jewelry), and that was that. In just a few weeks, we’d be married. And, as I mentioned earlier, on the drive there, we emailed the chapel to see if they could make an adjustment: When in Rome, we reasoned. Or Vegas. We were gonna need Elvis, after all. They agreed. $100 extra. Cash only. Everything went off without a hitch: We snagged a brand new suite at The Strat, which had just renovated some of its rooms. Incredibly, we were the first people to ever stay in it, which I took as some kind of auspicious wedding juju. We ate our pre- wedding dinner at The Top of the World, the rotating restaurant on the 106 th floor of the same hotel. For people who hate being in the thick of it all (us), it was a treat to be spinning above it. Then, we saw “the sexiest show in Vegas,” Rouge, which is a topless revue that is, literally, all about sex. Though I’m not prudish, it’s nothing I ever would have chosen to see in my normal life, but this was Vegas! It was our pre-wedding night. Seeing some boobies, butts, and toned bodies only made everything more fun.
BELOW The acrobatic theatrics of Rouge, a topless cabaret-style show at The Strat’s theater.
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