Firstly a wedding/sales talk that mostly features heavily on how the woman should behave (hint, doormat) and lightly brushes over the fact of the husbands bevhaviour ( oh yeah he should treat her well)
The reception normaly at some crummy comunity hall with yellowed ceilings and chucks of damp plaster falling off the walls. The seats normaly arranged facing eachother all around the edge, so that theres a huge unused space in the middle and everyone is climbing over everyone elses legs to get to their chair.
A big spread donated by everyone, normaly an ode to food poisoning. An MS proudly guarding the "drinks table" making sure that no one enjoys themselves too much.
Hey, weren't you a guest at ours?
It was a very safe, inoffensive wedding - so safe and inoffensive that people were in danger of becoming comatose. And yet it supposedly became the standard in our area for a while. If I had the time over again, there'd be lots of dancing and a bar. It still would have ended early evening, however