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| - My big brother took the plunge here this past weekend.
We were told that it was imperative that our group was on time since they only have a 15 minute window for the ceremony and they are booked back-to-back.
My sister-in-law to be was paranoid about us being on time and possibly missing the ceremony, so she insisted we all arrive there at 4:00 for a 5:00 ceremony. Knowing what a propensity for tardiness there is in my family, she probably had the right idea. I just smiled and did whatever she wanted.
We all arrived and I couldn't believe the throngs of people here, lining up like cattle, waiting to go into the chapel. Seriously, it felt like I was at a deli counter or a Southwest Airlines gate, waiting to depart.
It was a cool 55 degrees and since I didn't anticipate having to stand outside for the better part of an hour in a little black dress, I froze my butt off. It surprised me that they had no real shelter in which to wait. I feel sorry for brides waiting outside in the cold and rain.
The chapel itself was quite small and charming and is apparently a historic landmark.
The officiant appeared to have just memorized a script. I imagine he performs the exact same ceremony hundreds of times a week, so it's not a surprise that he had no real personality or depth.
Although I would never get married in Vegas, I can see the allure for people wanting to simplify as well as find a place with some character. The chapels in the hotels have a sort of funeral parlor feel, so if you must get hitched in Vegas, I guess this is as good a place as any.
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