My wedding

Today doesn't mark any significant date. Although I heard someone talking this morning about the Rolling Stones last visiting in 1995, which is when Glen and I got together, which is 11 years ago. I was practically an infant.

We'd been together about 4 years when I thought we needed a good party. So I asked Glen to marry me. He was in Whangarei for Christmas, and I think he thought I was joking, because while I told everyone, he didn't mention it to a soul.

I began scheming, and invited 8 of my dearest friends and my sister to be bridesmaids. I thought I would wear a camoflage kimono, and they could dress as ninjas. My other plan for them, which they seemed quite cool on, was to dress them in horse heads and have them drawing my carriage whinnying and frolicking.

As the planning progressed I realised what a big undertaking a wedding is. And when I found out a marquee costs $3000, which we'd need in case it rained, I was severely put off the whole venture.

So we went to Vegas instead. It wasn't that quick, we didn't run away or anything. First I had to sell my shop. Which was great. It meant I didn't have to worry about coming back to a job, and I had some ping in my pocket.

We flew out on 3rd January. Our friends Audrey and Ben joined us in Vegas on the 4th. We had planned to get hitched on the 5th, but we were all so hungover that we didn't get out of bed til after 5pm, and so had to book the wedding by phone - all plans of checking out venues out the window.

We all went to Circus Circus for the famous buffet. It was TERRIBLE. And then Glen and I returned to the hotel to get ready.

We had to first go and get a marriage license at the Town Hall. Fortunately they stay open til midnight on a Tuesday (24hours in the weekend). Then we made our own way to the Silver Bell Wedding Chapel, and Ben and Org arrived shortly after. It was all very surreal. We had a black minister called the Reverand George L Cotton marry us, and Anthony Perkins in his Psycho guise worked at the chapel and took the pictures.



We cruised around Vegas afterwards in a limo. The driver was a total chatterbox which was a bit of a killjoy. But we started drinking again, and got back to the hotel at about 12.30am. We sat at tha hotel bar watching men pick up hookers, and I think had some breakfast at about 6am. Ben and Org had to catch a plane at 9.30, so they must have got about 7 minutes sleep.



I heartily recommend doing Vegas. It is fabulous, and with all the other leftover money that we didn't spend on a wedding we spent 3 months in Europe and Japan.