When i was a little girl, a friend and I used to go to all the weddings. We lived across the street from the church. We'd sneak in and creep up to the balcony. In one wedding we "attended," the wedding was a fancy one. But the young ring bearer had to walk down a long center aisle which made many an adult bride nervous. Well, when he got to the altar, he threw up all over everything. The best man rushed him out, the pastor grinned. I don't know what the bride did!