My wedding was a comedy of errors. :funn:
My gay neighbor and his partner wanted to be involved, and he desperately wanted to sing at my wedding, especially the Ave Maria at church.
He arrived an hour early to practice with the organist and apparently they argued who would be in front :shock:
The chauffeur took us to the wrong wedding hall, and none of us noticed, so we were a little late arriving to our wedding.
The Hall decided to change our table seatings and split my gay neighbor and his partner up with the single girls :funn:
My entire neighborhood came in separate limos, but then we realized after everyone left, that we didn't have a ride home

and we forgot our check, so I had to drive back at 2 am. I couldnt get the veil off, but managed to change into a sweatsuit, and sped back to the Manor, got pulled over by a cop, and he laughed so hard when he saw me (and that I wasn't drunk) and let me go
and I have a great picture of us with a big hand with the middle finger pointed at my photographer, since he didn't heed our warning, candids only, and made us pose ;-)