Well, there already was a weddin', actually. 20 pics under the link. This is the only one of the actual bride, since the rest are Kirk, Mandi, Desi, and myself making stupid faces and drinking. During the wedding, we pretty much made up the Peanut Gallery, making jokes about the candles falling over or Kenny, the groom, tripping over Sue's ginormous train. The one time we got serious and started in with the crying at the wedding, Kirk leaned over and whispered, "The American divorce rate is now up to 70%." (At the reception, they had framed pictures with huge mats on which we were to write well wishes. My comment almost was, "The divorce rate's up to 70%! Luckily, you've always been odd.")
The reception was about 45 minutes away from the wedding (for those of you familiar with South Jersey geography, the wedding was on Main St Elmer, but the reception was past Cowtown). On the drive there, Kirk and I started planning our wedding, should we ever have one, and it was fun (one of the points is that when the officiant asks, "Does anyone have a reason these two should not be wed?" that we have a microphone just so people can line up and make up funny reasons we're not allowed to be married.)
We proved to be the worst wedding crashers ever at the reception, because we TOLD everyone that we were wedding crashers, we brought gifts, we knew the bride, and we asked that they not serve us dinner since we had already eaten. I did, however, take full advantage of the open bar. Duh.