On one hand, you are cheering about being heaved across a barroom queen's shoulder and taken upstairs for a ride. On the other hand you have just celebrated the sacred vows of marriage and:
- All the flower girls in their sweet taffeta dresses are shakin' booty
- The bride's boss, rigged out in pearls and sensible low heeled pumps, sashays through what could only be described as high energy square dance.
- The bestman is out there boogying with his sister.
- It is discovered that strappy sandals and ruffled gowns are not the best outfits for grinding.