And so there we were, thousands of miles away from the sanity of London, sat in a wedding chapel, on the outskirts of Vegas. I looked at Tony and asked him just how much worse our holiday was going to get. He didn't reply, because he didn't need to. As far as he was concerned, his face said it all. It said that it was going to be impossible to plunge to even lower depths, because nothing but NOTHING could be as bad as being sat in a wedding chapel, on the outskirts of Vegas, taking part in a gay wedding.
Attending a gay wedding in Las Vegas. Extract taken from "An American Adventure" - By Luke Ryman.