OMG - this thread brought back a really strange one.
When I was in college I would drive from Stockton to Santa Cruz just about every weekend to surf (I had a co-op job in Stockton - hated every minute of the experience). I'd connect with my surf buddies as much as I could but would go solo if that fell through. One time I called a buddy of mine in San Jose - "I'm in" he said, "but I have a wedding I am in. You are welcome to come to the wedding too if you want." Why not? I'm up for the adventure.
Well, that's when it started to get interesting!
The bride and groom had not had a bachelor/bachelorette party yet (don't worry, this doesn't go there) so we decided to do that. As the two groups are getting ready, there is a rumor that the bride is going to have a male stripper at her party. The groom flat-out forbids it, the wedding is off if she does. Off we go now (I'm with the groom and my surf buddy), NO IDEA if there will even be a wedding at this point. The groom's party ends up being pretty drama-free but we do get kicked out of an Embassy Suites for being too loud.
We go back and I sleep on the floor of my buddy's place. We wake up the next morning and the bride and groom have reconciled - there will be a wedding after all. It's outdoors at a park and it had rained the night before. As the bridal party walks down the aisle the high-heels get stuck in the soft ground. They manage to hold the ceremony that includes the release of doves. The priest gives a nice speech about how doves mate for life. Well, you might guess by now - the groom takes his dove, the bride takes hers. They toss them into the air, where one dove makes a bee-line for the nearest tree, and the other flies off, neither to be seen again.
Needless to say, this did not end well. I think my surf buddy said they lasted about 2 weeks - then split. It was for the best - really.