The beauty of a Vegas wedding is that nothing goes perfectly. The music will skip, the flower girl might steal a microphone, and your uncle will get lost in the casino for three hours. But that’s the charm. You’ll laugh about it at your 10th anniversary, when you’re eating leftover pizza and looking at a photo of you two with a surprisingly good-looking impersonator of Shrek.
So go ahead. Get the temporary tattoo that says “Just Married” on your forehead. Let the strip club DJ announce your wedding. Because in Vegas, every mistake is a story, and every marriage starts with a gamble. And you just hit the jackpot.
Now, go get that license. The chapel is waiting, and so is a frozen margarita the size of your head.
