Finding a venue/location...

No trawling locations the length and breadth of the Emirates, no getting 20 different quotes from wedding planners, no looking at lawns or beaches or hotels or churches. 

It was all very simple:

• Me: “You know I’m not a big white wedding girl. Do you want a big white wedding?”
• Him: “Absolutely not. I’ve always assumed I’d HAVE to have one as every girl I’ve ever met has been crazy about them.”
• Me: “Well let’s not have a big white wedding then.”
• Him: “Amazing!”
• Me: “Fancy getting married in Vegas then, just the two of us?”
• Him: “Amazing, when are we off?!”

See? Completely and utterly easy.

Flights were booked, hotel was booked (The Wynn, obviously, the ONLY place to stay in Vegas) and a chapel was booked.

As it was just the two of us, there was no need for a complicated reception, seating plans, or speeches. 

This went something along the lines of:

• Me: “What do you fancy doing after we’ve got married?”
• Him: “Dunno. Whatever you like.”
• Me: “Shall we just head to a casino with a decent bar and see how we feel?”
• Him: “Fantastic!”

And so we did. 

Our beautiful little Vegas chapel.

Britney’s Guide to Tying the Knot

Well well well dear readers. 

Yes I’ve been quiet, again, for which I apologise profusely. I think the large majority of you know why and will forgive me. It’s not easy blogging whilst PLANNING A SECRET WEDDING AND RUNNING AWAY TO LAS VEGAS!!!

To be fair the wedding planning was actually pretty easy as it involved me, my gorgeous husband, and…well that was it. So the only truly necessary things were: flights, hotel, chapel, outfits, rings. And obviously my outfit was the most crucial!

I have zero intention of turning into a *shudders* wedding blogger or anything of that ilk, but due to popular demand, I shall post a few bits and pieces about what happened when, where and why. Just so you’re up to date.

Watch this space!

So. Fabulous.