I hate that cocktail hour thing where you're supposed to stand around with a drink in your hand and your purse stuck under your arm so that you can have a free hand to grab at fast-moving trays of canapes. It's like Whack-A-Mole, but with shrimp.
If I was single and plotting a marriage, I'd let you handle the arrangements. I could rest peacefully, knowning you would kindly arrange for a kidnapping of both me and my intended and we'd come back married and then have a party. Kind of a surprise elopement. 
True, it'll never happen. But wouldn't that be fun?
Georg darling, when's your anniversary? And how do your feel about horsies?
I like weddings.
Sorry, but I do. Mine was great. Nice place, great food, great people, okay band, lots of food, drinking, and dancing. What is there not to like? There's food, drinking, and dancing. It's like a night on the town only in one place with a lot of people whom you may know. When my wife used to get nervous about our wedding (before the wedding...after the wedding was over it no longer made her nervous) I would remind her that the only thing that could be a disaster would be if we didn't actually get married and the rest was just a big party, so enjoy it and who cares if the flowers are late?
It's just a party. Enjoy it.
I like horsies. More importantly, I'm not allergic to horsies. We just had our 9th celebration on the 13th of this month. Yes, that means next year, we celebrate on Friday the 13th.
If there were no marriage, there wouldn't be any weddings. Solve all kinds of problems. But the economy might take a hit. But who need an excuse to throw a party?
Usually, wedding=open bar. That's fun if you drink; that's fun for people-watching if you don't drink. Have fun at the wedding.
If we *stopped* having weddings the multimillion dollar crinoline industry would certainly take a hit, but if we'd *never* had weddings, we would long ago have developed reasons for open bars and waking up with young women who recently kicked off matching dyeable shoes.
More people would get drunk at bah mitzvahs, that's for sure. Certainly the first time I was ever drunk in public was at a friend's bah mitzvah. I liked the funny grape juice they served with dinner and kept shouting prayers over. None of my friends did, so I drank it for them. And they left huge trays of the sampler glasses out. I had a LOT of it. I was 8. I don't remember it well. But I had fun.
Honestly though, I've never had to dye shoes to match. Ever.
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