So tell me, what are "Champagne bottle bubbles"? I really can't work that one out.
It's been a while since we've been to a wedding and the few we do go to are for our friends in their late 30s early 40s which are achingly understated and tasteful.
I'm still berating DH for failing to reply to an invitation to his ex-colleague's wedding to his very long-term gay partner after it was revealed that the colleague had taken to wearing women's clothes and calling himself 'Sheila'. I can only begin to imagine what the wedding favours might have been at that wedding.