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The newlyweds outside The Fast Lane drive-thru wedding chapel. Photo Gallery
A chapel where you don?t even need to get out of your car to tie the knot? Has to be Vegas.
Drive-in burger joints and banks are two a penny in the US. But it takes as town like Las Vegas – the home of the impromptu and quickie wedding – to come up with a chapel where you don’t even need to get out of your car to tie the knot.
“Drive up to the second window and the Minister will marry you there,” directs the receptionist at The Fast Lane drive thru. I half expect her to ask if we’d like fries with our vows or like to supersize our undying love. I pull up a but fast and the Fiesta’s tyres chirrup irrelevantly.
At the window, Heidi, the Minister, half leans out and tells us our love road to happiness will be one of valleys and troughs. The driving analogies are an appropriate touch. As ours is a dummy wedding she will not affirm us as husband and wife.
Down The Strip, Viva Las Vegas Weddings do make you get out of your car to become man and wife – but then promptly put you in the back of a ’64 pink Caddy, with ‘Elvis’ at the wheel to drive up the aisle. Literally.
On a bed of dry ice, with a disco mirror ball spinning, the couple stand before the giant pink hunka hunka Detroit iron to hear the immortal words.
‘By the power invested in me, The King, I pronounce you man and wife…” And with a thrust of his bejewelled belt buckle he breaks into Viva Las Vegas.
But for us it is Adios Las Vegas. After less than a day In Nevada, Arizona beckons.
