Speaking of weddings on film ( or tape for that matter), let me share this short little story with you. Several months ago I was free-lance videographer for a production company in Cleveland. We were hired to shoot this wedding for this construction contractor with big bucks. He was wealthy enough for use to use five cameras for the wedding and reception and wanted computer graphics and AMIGA TOASTER posting, but enough about that. After the wedding, at the reception, I was running a hand held camera and was responsible for shooting "simple" things that most people wouldn't notice generally but might find humor or sentiment in when watching the video. Anyways, about a half hour into the wedding reception and the best man ran outside after a long stint at the bar. Most people figured that he was drunk and was going to heave. Five minutes later, the doors to the hall flung open and here comes the best man on his large Harley hog motorcycle. Down the steps and onto the wooden dance floor. Reving the engine and squealing the tires he drove the bike up infront of the wedding party's table and began to perform simple tricks on his motorcycle. Was this part of the entertainment? His friends were egging him on to put a black circle on the floor from his back tire as the bike spun around in a circle. He took the dare and began to do so. Three quarters of the way through the circle he lost control of his bike. He was thrown from the vehicle into the air as the bike slid into the gift table, spreading toasters and blenders all over the floor. Where did the best man land? It appears that as he was hurled from his motorcycle he flew a few through the air from what could have been a terrifying accident to come to a soft landing. He landed smack right into the five tiered wedding cake. When they rolled the drunk and slightly dazed best man off the collapsed table, they found nothing that might have resembled a wedding cake. "What did I do, what happened?" He asked someone who helped him up. The person picked up the best man, began to wipe frosting off ofhis leather jacket and explained that he leveled the cake. The best man exclaimed, "wow" and then vomitted. It was at this point we packed up the equipment and left. imaginitively true.....michael k.