The electric shuffle quickly turned into 'Mike Tyson's Punchout' for one unlikely pairing.
The wedding cake was lovely. A simple white topped with rose petals. It was also flavored with the tears of the innocent, giving it that extra something special for such a unique occasion.
Emily (internal): I don't know who this is, but it's my wedding and I'm hugging everyone.
Aulaiwon knew this wasn't the time or place to tell her 'howling sex monkey' joke, but she didn't know when she'd ever have such a captive audience again.
Everyone shaking their groove thang.
Randy: I knew I shouldn't have worn boxers. I'm getting no support whatsoever. And I can't keep my hand in my pocket all night.
Man: They have the strangest party favors at this wedding.
Gabe: C'mon, let's just sneak into the bathroom for a little bit.
Emily: Gabe.
Gabe: No one will notice us leaving.
Emily: Gabe.
Gabe: It'll be romantic and stuff.
Emily: Gabe! I'd like you to meet my great grandmother, Helen.
Randy always liked to check out the goods before buying.
Gabe: ...yeah man, she's special. She makes me feel like the most important man in the world. She warms my heart, my stomach..my....do you smell burning?
Sean's irrational fear of polar bears was growing by the minute.
Gabe, temporarily confused by the power of the camera flash, would later sit down at his in-laws' table and confess how many shots he took before the ceremony.
After cutting the cake, Emily went straight to the customary "pepper spray the groom" portion of the night's entertainment.
Larry Hagman took his pictures quickly and then moved on, before anyone could make some snide 'Dallas' comment.
Jess came here with Sean, but she'd be leaving with the shrub. All those pretty lights...