We were married in Jamaica. First of all the vicar was a Trevor McDonald lookalike. Secondly he mistook my name (Trina) for Trenda - so I was married in the wrong name (? legal marriage?)
Thirdly, we had booked a caribbean steel band - all but 2 of them had got 'stuck' (substitute stoned) in the Blue Mountains. Those who turned up - one on the banjo & one on a steel drum played "Oh Come All Ye Faithful" as I walked down the 'aisle' (garden path). I got the giggles. (We met when we were both married to other people....)
The reception was held in a gazebo overlooking the nudist beach. Unfortunately it p1ssed down with rain so all the nudists scarpered before we managed to capture them on our wedding photos.
The we did the 'video walk' - strolling through the gardens & sand hand in hand. New hubby tried to pluck an exotic flower from the tree to give to me, but it wouldn't come off because the rain had made them resistant to plucking (more than what I was, later.......) then my new £80 silk heeled shoes got stuck in the sand. I gave them to the maid the next morning & she was as pleased as punch.
All in all, a very good day.
(Unfortunately we are now separated).