because this 10-month-old thread has grown legs...
During the time Barbara and I ran our country inn we hosted several weddings. Innkeepers we had known before we opened our home to the public told us to avoid weddings. "They bring out the worst in people," they warned.
We just had to learn for ourselves. The first wedding was ok: late 40s couple and their older family and friends. The next three were -- as we'd been warned -- loaded with all the bad behaviors noted in this thread (as I recall the dirty, unfolded diaper left on a chenille bedspread was the worst).
Then an good acquaintance asked if we'd host her daughter's wedding. Ugh, but yes. About 50 folks from 8 to 80. The bride's family hailed from an eastern Wyoming ranch, fifth generation. The groom's came from a third generation ranch family from the western side of the state. The gentlemen, including the youngest boys, wore crisp shirts, ties, shined boots and handsome western hats. The ladies, well... they looked like ladies. The 80-something patriarch, the bride's grandpa, was a quiet gentleman with whom everyone searched for an excuse to have a conversation well into the evening.
That was our last wedding and our most rewarding. Gosh, there's hope for the world (well, at least for Wyoming).