Ok, remember this polaroid?

Yeah. This was shortly after Ben proposed to me…last April, in California. That’s right, we’ve been secretly engaged all along! Muahaha!

The joke’s not on you. Once upon a time, people eloped because they wanted to and not because they were pregnant, which apparently is what everyone assumes when we tell them what we did. And just because we eloped to Vegas doesn’t mean we were married by Elvis.

It wasn’t something that came up after three shots of tequila, either. These past months have included lots of planning and reserving – honestly, you should be happy that you were saved from hundreds of wedding posts. But you won’t be safe from wedding photos! Oh nooo, I plan to advertise the crap out of mine and Ben’s love.

And so, I bring you the details:

We scored a great package deal on Priceline and stayed at the Trump Tower in a swank suite, which included TWO bathrooms. It’s the small things in life that make me happy.

We were married at the Wee Kirk in downtown Vegas. It’s ancient, it’s kitchy – it’s us. If it’s good enough for Paul Newman, it’s good enough for me.

I found a local photographer, Andrew Sea James, who is simply amazing. He totally got us and what we wanted. Many more pics from our photoshoot with him coming soon.

I wore turquoise heels (something blue), a peacock feather hairclip (something new), and a vintage 50s prom dress that I found on Etsy (something old). I borrowed a book of poetry from a dear friend and used a line from it in my vows.

Oh, and we did end up drinking.

Ben and I are registered at Target and a third-party website that allows us to pull from any website we’d like. Links on the left under “Buy My Love.”