The ceremony vs the reception
I remember being up at some ungodly hour so that the hair and makeup artists could get started on the bridal party. Hours of styling, and touching up resulted in us all looking perfect for when the photographer began clicking away.

Fast forward to the end of the reception and, let’s face it, no-one was thinking about their hair and makeup anymore. We were just all trying to remember the words to Summer of ’69 and beat each other in the dance-offs.