I remember, how in the months leading up to my wedding, I blasted my husband and his groomsmen daily with the "THOU SHALT NOT DRINK BEFORE MY WEDDING" speech.
But guess who was the first one to freak out and bring a malibu and orange juice in a Tropicana Twister bottle into rehearsal the night before?
ME. So it was pretty much open season after that. No one got drunk, we were all just pleasant and happy for the next two days.
Of course, the morning of the wedding I was so supremely witchy my hairdresser slipped me two Xanax and to ration out for the rest of the day (we had to be at the church at 11am and didn't get home until 12:30 midnight) after he put my veil on me, so I kind of serenely floated around the rest of the day smiling benevolently at people.
We had been to a wedding in the past where the bride was so sedated she looked like a bobblehead, Clint had threatened me with my life if I pulled that! He had no clue, but remarked that he couldn't believe I didn't yell at people over minor details.