When Did Elvis Presley And Priscilla Get Married?

May 1, 1967 is the date you want — that’s when Elvis Presley married Priscilla Beaulieu in Las Vegas at the Aladdin Hotel. I get a bit more analytical about it: the timeline matters because they actually met back in 1959 when Elvis was stationed in Germany and Priscilla was a teenager. They stayed connected over the years, became engaged late in 1966, and then made it official in the spring of 1967. At the time of the wedding Elvis was around 32 and Priscilla was 21.

Their marriage produced one child, Lisa Marie, who was born on February 1, 1968. Behind the glamour and headlines, the union had a lot of strain — touring schedules, career pressures, and personal differences — and ultimately ended in divorce in 1973. If you want an insider perspective, Priscilla’s memoir 'Elvis and Me' is revealing and readable; it doesn’t just sensationalize, it paints a portrait of complicated love and fame. For me, the whole story is a reminder of how public lives can feel very private at the same time — impressive on the surface, messy underneath.

What a classic Hollywood moment — Elvis Presley and Priscilla Beaulieu were married on May 1, 1967. I love picturing the scene at the Aladdin Hotel wedding chapel in Las Vegas: a quick ceremony, fans buzzing, flashbulbs popping, and the whole thing feeling a little like a scene from one of Elvis's films. Their relationship actually started years earlier when Elvis met Priscilla in Germany in 1959; by the time they tied the knot he was in his early thirties and she was twenty-one, about to turn twenty-two later that month.

They welcomed their daughter, Lisa Marie, on February 1, 1968, which made that first year of marriage especially intense with new parenthood and Elvis’s nonstop career. The marriage lasted until their divorce was finalized in 1973, and Priscilla later wrote candidly about their life together in her memoir 'Elvis and Me'. Reading that book gave me more empathy for both of them — it’s easy to reduce their story to tabloids, but the truth has a lot of nuance.

I find the whole arc of their relationship oddly comforting and bittersweet: a whirlwind romance that became a very public partnership, then slowly unraveled. Even today, when I hear Elvis sing or see photos of that Las Vegas chapel, it stirs a warm, nostalgic feeling — like paging through an old, well-worn photo album.