I've got a funny similar story, ledded.
I remember a few years ago one of my cousins up in Rhode Island was getting married, and my dad decided that the whole male Jersey chapter of 'the Family' should wear Black-on-Black tuxes and Dark Sunglasses. I didn't know why at the time, but it soon became apparent after the wedding.
We were all sitting outside on the chapel steps waiting for the father of the bride to show up, looking all maifoso-like. My dad and his buddy Richy kept putting their hands into their suits as if reaching for Pistols whenever someone came too near. And NOBODY was saying anything, just lounging around looking suspicious. Native Rhode Islanders are looking at us, the license plates of our rented black Lexuses that read "The Garden State", and giving us a WIIIIIDE berth.
Then the bride's dad arrives, in a black limo, he and the chaufer dressed the same as us. Richy rushes over to the limo door and opens it for the bride's dad, who slowly gets out and looks at us, we walk over to him and do the whole 'greeting and paying respect to the Godfather' deal. People on the other side of the street were acting all shocked and frightened, walking really fast or just staring at us. The limo drives off and we all surround the bride's father, walk inside, and look around the perimeter of the chapel before closing the doors and posting the best man and his brother outside for a few minutes to look like a pair of guards.
Man, that was one interesting wedding.
And the reception afterwards was even better.
Quite a few Freudian slips from the caterers.
. And I love the Casa too, there's the one over on Highway 280 that I used to eat at when I worked in that area.
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(just kidding). Fludogg managed to hit on every woman there over the age of 18... er, ahem, 17... 
Everybody's getting hitched!