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Dear Amy: I locked the keys in a running limo in front of the church (in the ’80s), which meant needing a phone book and the minister’s office phone to frantically find a locksmith.

– Locked Out

Dear Amy: I was a member of a flash mob at the reception. Short version of the story: Another member of the mob couldn't kick as high as he thought he could (due to overly tight suit pants), and ended up kicking the bride in the head. Everyone was fine.

– We Have Video!

Dear Amy: In my 20s I was in a friend’s wedding. A bunch of us rented a room together. I woke up in the middle of the night with a pounding head, so I drank a glass of water.

It was a groomsman’s contact lens solution – and his lenses.

– Tastebuds are 20/20

Dear Amy: Our rabbi thought our noon wedding was at 6 p.m. Luckily, one of our guests found a replacement rabbi who stopped by to marry us on his way to a funeral he was officiating.

Our marriage has lasted for 28 years.

Dear Amy: My college roommate wanted a child-free wedding, but her family pitched a fit that children wouldn't be included.

At the reception, one niece ran circles around the room, and then vomited on herself on the dais at the front of the room during the meal.

– I Won’t Have What She’s Having

Dear Amy: The bride’s mom caught my buddy and his date in a delicate position in the bridal suite (and neither were in the wedding party).

– Can’t Unsee That

Dear Amy: My best friend's (drunk) uncle officiated at his wedding.

Drunk Uncle cleared his throat, produced a page he'd ripped out of his hotel room’s Bible, and began.

– Gideon’s Way

Dear Amy: On the receiving line at my wedding, one of the guests told me, “If I had known you didn’t have a nice dress, I would have lent you mine.”

– Dressed Down

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