"Well, that could have gone better."
Sherlock looks at me, both of us breathing hard from our run. It suddenly hits us what I just said and we collapse in fits of laughter. (Sherlock will, of course, deny this.)
Once we recovered, which might have taken mere minutes, but might have taken hours, I said "What have we learnt today, Sherlock?" with mock seriousness.
"Don't be rude at weddings?" my flatmate supplied tentatively.
I shook my head slightly, "I was thinking something a bit more specific. Maybe 'don't insult the bride, the bride's father, the bride's mother, the best man, all the bridesmaids, the priest, the church and the caterer in the same breath unless you want a riot'."
As soon as this left my mouth, Sherlock and I once again dissolved into giggles.
Later, once we had recovered again, we agreed that weddings are fun.