We marched out to the Duncan Johnstone Set, played by my friend the local Pipe Major. It was gloriously loud!
Funny thing about our wedding: We planned to have it in the mountains, on the edge of the wilderness, but it didn't work. Unusually for Wyoming, it rained for two solid weeks leading up to the big day, and the road into our wedding spot was a mud bog. (It still makes me sad: Imagine the pipe tune above echoing through the Wind River canyons...it would have been beautiful!)
Anyway, we had a backup spot lined up in a local church building. So the morning before our wedding, we made the decision. I drove over to our backup venue to start setting stuff up, to find that they had forgotten all about being our backup venue, and decided to paint all their doors. The auditorium was completely full of saw horses, doors, and enough paint fumes to get the whole town high.
So, instead of spending the day before our wedding as planned, gathering wildflowers and otherwise frolicking in the mountains with our friends, we spent it frantically calling local churches to ask, "May we please get married in your building...tomorrow?" It raised a few eyebrows, but I tell the truth, all was proper.
It really wasn't funny at the time. My three groomsmen were amazing help getting all the bazillion last-second details put together. But eventually all was sorted out. When the preacher finally said "Man and Wife," the pipes started playing that victory song, and I finally got to give my sweetie that magical first smooch of marriage, all the groomsmen turned around and high-fived each other. For those of us who knew the whole story, it was pretty funny.