Reception in a marquee in the bride's parents' massive garden... at a cold time of year.
It was fucking freezing.
We were only invited for the evening, and booked into a hotel in the nearest town for the night. Taxi driver couldn't find the reception for ages (this was in the days before satnav and the reception was in the middle of nowhere).
We arrived in the dark and the cold and the mud to find that the meal had overrun and - late as we were - the speeches were still going on. So we stood in a back corner of the massive cold tent while loads of people gave speeches we couldn't see or hear properly.
After that we stood around and drank for a while... at least there was plenty of wine. I only knew one person there and DH only knew a few (it was DH's work colleague who was the groom). And the best man had dropped a bombshell in his speech to the effect that the groom was leaving his job... this was the first the colleagues had heard of it and they were all horrified. So not in a party mood.
The buffet came out very late because the wedding breakfast had finished so late and nobody would be hungry yet... Oh, except for the poor sods who had only been invited for the evening buffet, who were standing around starving and shivering because there was only enough seating for the all-day guests.
Eventually the food arrived: a massive whole Stilton cheese, plonked in the middle of a table. That was ALL for about an hour until somebody remembered to put out French bread as well. I do like a bit of cheese but it's quite hard to fill up on all on its own, however hungry you are.
There was a band and we danced like crazy in order to stave off the hypothermia.
On the way back the taxi couldn't find us again and we stood shivering out on the main road waving hopefully at passing cars.
I came down with a really bad chest infection.