The wedding was everything we hoped for and more: gorgeous couple, happy family, old Vegas, and Elvis. It was perfect.
On the way back to the hotel from the rehearsal dinner, we scouted out the wedding chapel. It was a good thing we did. The Sure Thing was difficult to find. We drove past it three times before we figured out where it was. It was a tiny storefront with no embellishments to announce its purpose. That was fine, though. It had all the key features to get the job done.
The beautiful bride arrived moments after we did, and she ducked into the chapel, trying to find a good place to be out of sight, so that we could all get pictures of T's face when he first saw her in her dress. Having been close friends with him for six years now, I truly believed he would be a nervous wreck. I was wrong. He was naturally (as opposed to chemically) relaxed, and the look on his face was one of a man who knew he was making the best choice of his life. I'm not sure I have ever seen a couple more right for each other.
We all got into place to watch the grand event, and The King came out to officiate. We got a musical performance, and then Elvis put T up front and escorted A down the aisle. They spoke their vows and exchanged rings. They are signing papers elsewhere because they are both changing their names. They have created a new combined name that fits them perfectly.
We stuck around for pictures, both professional shots and goofiness in a photo booth. There have been after parties since then, but I stayed back from those. It seemed kinder to send the energetic folks along without me whining about wanting to sit down or go back to the hotel. I've gotten a few pictures texted back. Sounds like a good time. Honestly, all of it has been a good time so far. This is what I want for my dear friends. Congratulations to the Kidmans!
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