If you were doing that, I'd have a sniper rife trained on you 50 feet before you reached the porch.
But in the interest of playing along, my gun is holstered. I haven't actually attended a wedding in this century, but I plan on wearing expensive underthings, something slinky, flirting and drinking wine, if it's offered. I'm sure there will be good conversation and we'll likely talk about our favorite books and wine, and we'll flirt with Porthos until she drags me away, or your father decides to join in. In which case, well. I wouldn't wait up.