Elvis and Go-Go Boots

My dream wedding growing up was one in Vegas with an Elvis impersonator officiating.

There were no guests in my vision whatsoever - just a two person show, the groom in a black leather jacket and jeans, the bride in a short skirt with white go=go boots. They'd ride off on a motorcycle into the Vegas skyline, with the blessings of The King and maybe $20 to their name.

Mayhaps my fears of commitment crept in early since what I envisioned seemed less like the beginning of a lifetime and more like a movie-themed weekend out?

Eh.

It didn't go down that way in reality; it went down way nerdier with more mush and family, but I'm happy either way.