But get a load of our plan!
We want to be wedding crashers. I know, I know. Cliche City. But wait!
How can we be assured that no one will question our illegal presence?
Of course! Dress as nuns.
Our plan got more and more elaborate, involving old timey habits. The thought of the two of us wandering around fancy hotel ballrooms dressed like The Flying Nun, chugging champagne and shaking the presents had us in hysterics.
"We could go to Jewish weddings!"
"And make toasts!"
"All about Jesus!"
"We could be the people holding them up in that chair thing!"
"And asking for ham!"
"Oh my god, Mel!" I gasped. "We need a guitar!"
But in retrospect, the whole point of a wedding is to hook up with a hot, drunk guest. And unless we meet some guys with serious issues, with this plan we'll be heading back to the convent alone...