Vegas, baby

I was in Vegas last weekend. I have been there a few times, and there is always something that amazes me about this place.

This time was the contrast between the Strip and the "other" city just a ten minutes ride away. We went to the Little White Chappel. It took us 10 bucks and an intense conversation with the taxi driver about how bads things are with this crisis. He took this job only three months ago, the guy used to be a painter; a house painter. But no more construction means no more painting for him.

Anyway, it was my friend Andrea who had the idea to go there. "To try something different, and because Joan Collins got married in that chapel". The place is so decadent. Old. Crappy. Stinky. The ceremony fee is $40. You can rent a dress for $100. Just in front there is a stripers club and a cheap motel. I loved it. One minute I was sipping a capuccino at the French bakery of the Bellagio, the next I am taking pictures of a couple getting married who kindly let us attend their ceremony. I wanted to ask them "why the hell are you getting married here??" but the timing wasn't good.

Good luck, anonimous groom and bride