I hate

My cousin's first wedding, we arrived at the hotel the night before to find my aunt shouting abuse at the bride-to-be because she was the only member of the bride's family that my aunt was still talking to. The two families patched things up for the ceremony and seemed to be being amicable at the reception, but what my aunt didn't know was that two of her close family, who had come over from the U.S. with their two young children, had been blocked entry to the reception and were headed for the airport. The bride's family hadn't counted the two children in the dinner arrangements (don't know whose fuck-up that was) and when the hotel staff asked them what to do about this, their response was "let the parents in but we're not paying extra for the kids, so no food for them". Hence immediate departure.

I was on a table populated entirely by friends of the groom, positioned right by the entrance to the reception room so we knew exactly what was going on. We could see my aunt, at the top table, being very polite and friendly with the father of the bride, a man she couldn't stand. We knew what she didn't know, that she would find out at some point during the evening. and that the fireworks would be stellar. The bride's parents had paid a guy to video the whole event, so obviously whenever he came near our table we talked about nothing else but the exclusion of my aunt's relatives.

So the two families weren't talking again by the end of the day and my cousin dealt with this by not talking to his parents again until six months later when he rang them to say the marriage was over.

Top quality entertainment and I would have been willing to travel further than York to see it.