My day job entails what I affectionately call "cat herding of rocket scientists". That's only partially an exaggeration. There are days when I'm successful, and days that I'm not. I struggle - as a Type A perfectionist - with the idea of just letting the failures go and taking them in stride. Then I remember that one time at my wedding, and I realize that if THAT happened THAT way, nothing else will ever be worse.
Okay, lay it on me: what's the funniest disaster from your wedding? Did you take it in stride?