My Vegas wedding
The memory of a wedding in the desert’s glitziest oasis will sparkle long after the city’s neon signs have faded from view, writes Susan Morrell
Call it a sign of the times, but checking in at Dublin Airport these days with a wedding gown in your hand won’t even get you a free drink, let alone a bump up to first-class. Still, there couldn’t have been two happier people flying economy that October morning.
We were leaving behind a dark and dreary Dublin and heading happily for the blinding lights of Las Vegas - that infamous...
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