Oh and then there was the time we went to a posh wedding in one of the "inns" in the legal section in London. A social worker DH knew was marrying a leftie barrister.
Lots of champagne on an empty stomach (not even a kiosk open to buy something for lunch beforehand in that area, so on an empty stomach). More wine with meal. Rather grand surroundings - oak beams, portraits of illustrious judges etc. Bit like an Oxford college dining hall - one of the older ones m'dear. Picture Hogwarts if that helps.
Finally, after port, stagger to the ladies where, while queueing, I announce, very loudly, in this bastion of the legal system "What we need now girls, is a joint!"
I hasten to add this was about 20 years ago and I don't do that kind of thing any more, except when I go to GN parties.