I was guilted into changing my wedding day as a friend wanted to get married that day, same church, same reception venue. My father catering for the reception(s).
Poured with rain, father heroically carried umbrella above himself on walk up to church. Ringlets straightened. Elderly reverend gentleman (friend of father) completely lost the plot. Had to prompt him. Called us Man and Life.
Hymn started eventually, much to his surprise.
Confetti in my soup at reception, Best Man embarrassing. Groom slept on Wedding Night.