I foolishly agreed to get married in Denver as we were going to visit family there for xmas - 6 weeks before xmas.
Ordered a dress through a US company to be collected in Denver 2 days before wedding. Sent them my measurements but dress looked like crap anyway.
Wedding on a Wednesday, and on the Monday evening before we went to big ice hockey game (18,000 people there). I was the one in 18,000 to get hit in the face by a flying puck. Spent rest of evening in a&e and had 3 stitches in face on wedding day.
My best friend flew in to be my witness, and we had 5 other people at the court house actually at the wedding. I only actually knew 2 of them.
Stayed in a beautiful old Victorian hotel for dinner and overnight and spent the evening drinking in the really nice art deco bar.
After taking our stuff down to the car the next morning I went back to room to collect the leftover cake and my shoes, to find chambermaid sitting on the bed eating said cake.
It was an eventful few days.
I regret going away as it broke my mums heart, but I sometimes think that our fairly shitty wedding made the marraige stronger!
Two weeks after we came back we had a big party for about 400 that everyone we knew was at, bagpipes, band, dj the lot and that was really great.