In lieu of giving a toast at the rehearsal dinner, my MiL got up to announce that she was getting married that next Wednesday. She wore her winter-white micro-mini skirt wedding suit to the ceremony the next day.
This was a quiet, Methodist-church wedding in the upper South. My husband’s childhood best friend showed up with his girlfriend absolutely stoned out of their gourds (some cocktail of pot and a passel of pharmaceuticals and probably a few things snorted to top it all off). HIS mom stood at the buffet table and ate more than half of the groom cake (I’ve been told it was absolutely amazing, perhaps the best chocolate cake ever, but we didn’t get any of it).