Anxiety

Vegas, baby...

I love Las Vegas. Despite being Sin City, it is one of the few places on earth that has that home feeling (the other two are Valentino's pizza in Lincoln, Neb. and the Denver International Airport). However saying your from Las Vegas usually prompts people to give you a look (the "You're mom's a showgirl, you live in a casino, where's your feather boa?" kind of look). Mostly I just laugh it off, but lately I've encountered a new dilemma. When you say you're getting married in Vegas, the looks get even worse (the dreaded "You Nicky Hilton/Britney Spears wannabe, seven minute drunken marriage at a drive-through wedding chapel, white trash skank" look). Or, like the girl at the jewelry store where we got Steve's wedding ring, they just mutter "Vegas, baby" with some kind of drunken flashback look. I can't laugh this one off as easily...

This has led me to answer the question "Where are you getting married?" with "Las Vegas, BUT it's going to be nice. It's going to be classy. That's where I'm from. My parents live there. It's not on the Strip. No Elvises. It has a gazebo. " I don't know why this bothers me so much. Who's to say that the people who get the $19.95 special at the Little White Chapel won't have a long, happy and committed marriage? And who's to say that our wedding vows wouldn't be solemn and sacred if we dressed up like Marilyn Monroe and an original Star Trek klingon?

Uhhh... actually scratch that. I'm getting married in Las Vegas, but it's nice. It has a gazebo.

posted by Rachel at 2:59 PM