The reception was scheduled for maximum efficiency, and I appreciated that. Getting our obligations out of the way in big chunks, freeing us up to have more "free time" during other portions of the night. It made sense. It worked.

But it also kind of didn't at times. Make sense at least. Like cutting the cake. We enter the tent. We dance. We cut the cake. Very efficient. But also, in retrospect, kind of strange. Why are we cutting the cake before dinner has even started to be served?

Cut the cake. Feed it to each other. Everybody cheers. Okay... and... bye bye cake, see you in an hour or so.