The night before our wedding, the flight to Las Vegas was delayed due to storms. We sat on the runway for three hours in Los Angeles while my soon to be brother in law shifted uncomfortably in the tiny plane. He’d only ever flown twice before.
We checked into our hotel after midnight, giddy with how fancy it all was. Then we tried to sleep.
In the morning we went to the Clark county marriage bureau to get our license and the somehow the day had vanished. It was time to get ready.
I shooed Gavin out of our suite and a Russian woman airbrushed my make up while an American woman back combed my hair.
Gavin came back to get a missing piece of his outfit and balked at my transformation. We drank some cheap fizzy wine and went downstairs where Elvis was waiting for us. It was pouring with rain.