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We’ll worry about that later. A little more tequila should fix the issue. On that note, I grab the bottle from the minibar and take a healthy swig. I pass the bottle over, and she takes a swig, too.
“Ready?”
She nods. “Ready.”
“Oh! Wait. I have some questions.” I read off simple things I should know about the woman I’m marrying, like her middle name and birthdate, and then we’re all set.
I get a text that the limo has arrived, so we stumble back downstairs and out the front door to the waiting limousine.
Never once do we stop and think maybe this is a bad idea. It only seems like a good idea. A great plan.
We’re taken directly to the bureau, where we get our certificate. I stare at the paper in the back of the limo—with one eye closed, naturally—and yep…it’s real.
We pull up in front of a white building with hot pink lettering, and we’re ushered to the lobby, where a receptionist dressed like Lisa Marie Presley asks us a few questions, including whether we have rings to exchange.
We do not.
She sells us some, and she also sells us on an upgraded photo and video package, and then we’re taken to a chapel.
In no time flat, Elvis is making it official.
“It’s ‘Now or Never.’ We ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love,’ and that’s what brought you, Spencer, and you, Grace, here today. We’ll begin with the vows. ‘Don’t be Cruel,’ and don’t be a ‘Hound Dog.’ Don’t have ‘Suspicious Minds,’ or you’ll end up in ‘Heartbreak Hotel.’ Got it?”
He looks at me first, and I can’t help my chuckle as my eyes meet Grace’s. “I do.”
“‘It’s ‘Now or Never,’ Grace. Do you?” Elvis asks her.
She nods resolutely. “I do.”
“The rings?” Elvis asks.
The witness, who happens to be Lisa Marie, hands over the two bands we just purchased a few minutes ago.
“These are a symbol of your ‘Burning Love.’ Repeat after me as you place the ring on your bride’s finger. With this ring, I thee wed.”
I repeat the words as my eyes meet hers again. I slide the plain gold band onto her finger.
She says the words back to me as she slips the gold band on my finger, too.
“You both have got me ‘All Shook Up.’ I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” Elvis says.
“Viva Las Vegas” starts playing at full blast, and I look into her eyes before I lean forward and press my lips to hers, sealing in the commitment we just made.
It’s just for the next year.
Why does a small voice in the back of my mind want it to be longer than that?
We take several photos before we walk down the aisle arm-in-arm.
“The photos will be in your email by morning, video by next week,” Lisa Marie tells us, and then we get into the limo.
“Where to?” the driver asks.
I glance at my bride. “Back to the hotel, or out to dinner?”
“Dinner. And more drinks,” she says with a gleam in her eye.
I nod. “You got it.” I glance up at the driver. “Take us to the closest restaurant with the best food.”
