Simple...ie no useless speeches and endless tea drinking..but festive with a whole bunch of groom's men being their usual boisterous selves. Tradition dictates the groom go through a barrage of tasks before he claims his bride. My poor cousin-in-law to be and his bestman had their legs waxed. Oh and somebody got pushed into the pool. That's weddings for you.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet. William Shakespeare