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Sunday, April 09, 2006  

Honeymoon over Vegas

BuenaOnda's wedding in Mazatlan last weekend was actually only the first of two weddings I would be attending this past week. I just didn't know it at the time.

I'm not exactly up to date on the latest trends in wedding ceremonies. I know last weekend's was cool. At the other end of the spectrum, there's the option of just hopping on a plane with your beloved and eleven of your closest friends, and getting hitched in Vegas.

Or at least I thought that was the other end of the spectrum, but as I was flying to Vegas on Friday morning, I learned that there's something beyond the end.

Somewhere over Arizona, one of the flight attendants came over the PA to announce that two of our fellow passengers, Jessie and Dan, planned to get married in Vegas this very weekend. They'd brought eleven of their friends along, and then we were all supposed to applaud or something, like no one's ever done that before. Whenever I get on a plane to Vegas, I just assume that there are at least four engaged couples on board as a matter of course. So, you know, good on you, Jessie and Dan, but also to the other three or more couples who weren't being all "look at us" about it.

But then another announcement came over the loudspeaker, that there was a minister on board, and if Jessie and Dan wanted to save a little time and money in Vegas they could take care of it right here at 37,000 feet. There was a brief debate between a couple about half a dozen rows ahead of me, and they said something to the flight attendant, and the next thing I knew a white-haired guy was making his way down the aisle from first class. Dan and Jessie stood together in the aisle before him, he pulled a little reference card out of his pocket, talked inaudibly (from where I was sitting, two inches from the tail engine) for a minute, and then Jessie and Dan kissed, to the applause of most of coach, as we passed over Bryce Canyon, Utah. Particularly supportive were the guys in the party who now would not have to take a five-minute break from ordering up dial-a-hookers during their weekend. And then, of course, nobody could get into the bathroom for the rest of the flight.

As Wing Chun pointed out later, there were a few legal questions that I hadn't considered. Like what about the marriage license and so forth? Is the minister licensed to perform marriages in Utah? Are Dan and Jessie only officially married when they're at cruising altitude? These are the things I should have looked into. And Wing has actually officiated a wedding, so she knows a lot more about it than I do.

So anyway. I don't have all the details I should have collected. But there may be a tackier way to do a Vegas wedding, but I think that going any further would bring it around again to awesome. Like maybe getting married while jumping out of a plane over Vegas itself, preferably in light-up Elvis costumes. If I see anything like that on my next trip, I'll be sure to tell you about it.

posted by M. Giant 9:18 PM 4 comments

4 Comments:

Weirdly enough, my parents just came back from Mexico and two flight attendants got married on their flight. That was planned in advance though; they even had champagne and cake for the "guests."

By Blogger k, at April 10, 2006 at 4:26 AM  

Am I a bad person for secretly hoping this Dan guy will make a comment, all, "Hey not fair our love is puuuuure!"?

By Anonymous Anonymous, at April 10, 2006 at 8:54 AM  

The bottom line is that at the end of that ceremony, Jessie and Dan were not legally married, because, as you pointed out, they almost certainly didn't have a license issued by wherever they happened to be at the time it was performed. Assuming the white-haired guy was actually a minister, then he was almost certainly legally able to perform the marriage, but without the license, it's just a wedding. So unless a) Dan and Jessie secured a marriage license before boarding the plane, or b) were able to pick up a license at McCarran -- and Las Vegas being Las Vegas, I'm reluctant to rule that out -- they're going to have to do it all over again in front of a judge. Still, it's a nice story if you gloss over the details.

By Anonymous John, at April 10, 2006 at 4:08 PM  

All I ever get on my flights are screaming kids & bad food

By Anonymous Anonymous, at April 13, 2006 at 11:44 AM  

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