Tonight at a family party, I got to hear the story of Tim's aunt and uncle's wedding. They've been married for 51 years; they got married in 1966. They got engaged in 1965, and then Tim's uncle enlisted in the Navy ahead of the draft for Vietnam, and served as a Seabee. He was stationed in Morocco, and was supposed to be stationed there for 2 years.
Tim's aunt didn't want to wait 2 years until he was stateside to marry him, so off she went to Morocco. Because it was 1966, her mother went with her as a chaperone. So they were married at the Rock of Gibraltar, BUT because it wasn't a church wedding (that would happen 2 days later), Aunt's mother said no way, you are not officially married until it's Church Official, so you are staying with me in the hotel room tonight.
Aunt, being newly married and hot for Uncle, sneaked out of the hotel room in the middle of the night in sexy lingerie (that's literally the phrase she used when telling the story -- "sexy lingerie") and went to Uncle's hotel room...and he wasn't there! He was at the bar, drowning his sorrows about not being able to spend the night with his wife.
It all turned out fine in the end, because they had their church wedding and then went to Casablanca for a honeymoon, and then Aunt stayed in Morocco with Uncle for 10 months, which she said was like one long honeymoon.
Best wedding story EVER.