Okay. This might take awhile. Because this story, and its author, ARE AWESOME!

A few of the lines that made me laugh:

"You're not being fair, okay?" she said loudly, right in Drusilla's ear. "After all, it's Buffy's big day, and every bride is queen for a day, right?"

This is, of course, the perfect way to get through to Dru. Willow is on fire! It's also patently ridiculous. Triple score!

"I always wanted a bride dolly," Drusilla said, suddenly. "But Daddy and Spike won't let me."

I also love that she commiserates with Giles later about nobody listening.

Buffy hadn't wanted anything moved – for sentimental reasons.

Hoo! I hope you've got a fic in mind for just how they decided that this was "their" spot!

"Bad luck?" Giles crowed. "Bad luck?"

Actually, all the drunk!Giles stuff is hilarious. But that he finds the humor here is the funniest of all.

Spike isn't even a Gurnenthar the Ascended-ite but Church of England, so the ceremony won't count.

"Er…um…seems Spike and Angel had a bit of a theological disagreement and have gone out back to settle it mano a mano."

"Guys, guys! Enough already. Angels can so dance on the head of a pin, okay?"

Okay, I just love this type of ecclesiastical humor, full stop. Anytime anybody mentions Spike in conjunction with CoE, I lose it.

"The chip, honey! Remember the chip!"

"Can't you just swap gear with this Faith bint permanently?" "Playing with fire, William," Angel sing-songed.

Ah, sweet concern, and not just for the stupid dress. Oh, the banter. How do I love thee?

Willow saw her mom put a ten dollar bill into a passing hat.

The whole bit with the spectators on both sides, behaving badly, is win!

The goat, meanwhile, had stopped baa-ing and was busy chomping the altar cloth.

Who doesn't love a happy goat?

"Oh don't mind little me," he said. "Just want a better view of the blood lettin', that's all. Yum yum."

I am always v. v. amused when Spike is a bad actor.

Willow had expected Spike to try to join in the fight again, but he must have remembered the chip this time.

Yes. The chip. That's it. Hee!

Buffy's response was to glower at him, spit torn wedding veil out of her mouth and growl, "You didn't really prefer those skanky leathers, did you?"

It's the spitting of the torn wedding veil that does it for me. The show must go on!

Angel's brow creased into a craggy, uncomprehending frown. He indicated the British guys. "Where do you want these?"

Poor Angel, slugging it out unnoticed while all the drama (and betting) goes on elsewhere. Taking care of business. Story of his unlife.

Later, the reception over and Angel departed for LA with Faith – he'd decided he needed a project.

Excellent solution! Faith as project...wackiness ensues.

they promised to love each other and slay each others' enemies – except for Angel

And Dru. Or anybody on the guest list. Or Aunt Arlene...

As you know, I love a chaotic wedding, and this one takes the cake. Wait! What happened with the cake?