The Las Vegas wedding industry is something else.
I don’t quite understand it. But, ok, sure.
Honestly, I think that (just like the rest of the town) it all looks a little sad in the daylight.
I mean, after a blurry night in sin city, nobody wants to think about a bright and clear morning. Twelve hours ago the lights were all glowing with possibility. And now? Now the place looks like a rundown dump.
And so does this ill-thought-out marriage.
Why in the world – outside of a religious context – would you want to get married anyway?
Vegas weddings were at a high point in the summer of 1965, apparently.
Perhaps the Las Vegas wedding industry achieved its peak operational efficiency between 9: 00 p.m. and midnight of August 26, 1965, an otherwise unremarkable Thursday which happened to be, by Presidential order, the last day on which anyone could improve his draft status merely by getting married. One hundred and seventy-one couples were pronounced man and wife in the name of Clark County and the State of Nevada that night, sixty-seven of them by a single justice of the peace, Mr. James A. Brennan.
-Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem
Please don’t DM me if you got married in Vegas.
You know what I mean.