Yeah, Grandma's dress had lost so many hitpoints after 50 years in the basement, it needed Major Resotration. New gauntlets, too, as I recall. There was a kindly old Wise Woman in Rowley who knew the mysteries of doing these things, but I had no vehicle and got myself into debt several times over begging favors off of various friends.
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The other thing to recall about Kidcthulhu's wedding is that when Kidcthulhu throws a bouquet, you better believe she keeps track of her plusses to hit.
Yours truly caught the bouquet squarely in the chest, as I recall, at about 91.7 mph.
Apparently there's some sort of ritual curse associated with this trinket, and she wanted to make sure I had the chance to share and enjoy.
So naturally, I passed the Gift on to one of my bridesmaids a year or two later . . . .
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One more true story: a few years later, in one of our other Boston D&D campaigns, one of my characters actually wound up getting married to one of Piratecat's characters. Looong story, not for this forum.
That also was a wedding to recall. Naturally, the Bad Guys showed up in force, and the Groom's party went out to meet them, while the assasins popped into the temple to kill the bride while the bachelors were out dealing with the distraction.
What the Bad guys hadn't counted on was the lethality of my bridesmaids. I beleive the girls and I tore their throats out with our teeth, my chief bridesmaid proving especially effective in combat, and by the time the guys got back to save us, we were back to polishing our nails, gossipping, and that sort of thing.
It gave the term "Maid of Honor" new clout.