I went to a wedding where a brawl broke out and the police had to be called.
Some of the bride’s distant redneck cousins were acting badly, stealing wine, not watching their language, etc... - and some other men in attendance called them on their behavior. Then all hell broke loose
Back-In-The-Day, my daddy was a Wedding Photographer. I was his 9-year-old darkroom assistant.
And he used to tell me SUCH stories! hahaha!
If I weren't behind this firewall, I would post a link to Radiohead's "Punchup at a Wedding." One of my favorite songs.
My Mum went to a church wedding and in the middle of the reception at the church hall all the lights went out...for a considerable time. When the lights went back on, most of the wedding gifts (much of which was money in envelopes) were gone.