Relatives from New Jersey, Seattle, Toronto, and Vancouver came in for my younger cousin the next town over's wedding (yesterday). My cousin and I are pretty close despite the description I just used, and his nuptials were a heartfelt, moving ceremony at our own parish. The reception was the first I've attended where all the music seemed well paced, allowing me to pick the right time to "show 'em how we do it." (Pictures are a possibility) The food was excellent.
Seeing my closest cousin marry convinced me weddings are things people do at certain times in their lives, and it's not my time.