When I got married, my best friend's mom had the rehearsal dinner on the lawn at their cattle ranch.  (Angus)  They had a huge acreage with a cow pond, way back of the house behind the barn.

She collected antiques and the tables were set beautifully with crystal--the works.  I can't remember how many people were there, but it was a crowd.  Ken had six groomsmen and a best man.  The seven of them had flown in from Pensacola in a Beechcraft for the rehearsal dinner, wedding and reception.  These weren't boys.  They were grown men.  Marines.  All of them were aviators with at least ten years of flying and service to their country behind them.

Well, when the dinner was over, I noticed that these guys were moving toward our table.  Ken figured it out too late.  They got him immobilized (it took all seven of them) and trotted him off holding him in the air, kicking and screaming to the cow pond  and threw him in.  Suit, tie, shoes and all.   He was a mess.  But his best man and groomsmen were laughing and yelling insults about who was the biggest, bravest, and strongest.  Ken was the only one of them that wasn't married and I guess they thought he needed an initiation.

I can still hear our little hostess calling after them, "Don't you bring him in the house.  Don't you dare bring him in the house."  Someone got a hose, and hosed the cow poop off of him.  But the shoes, suit and tie were done for.  He had to buy all new clothes.  However, the wedding the next day was in dress whites, so luckily he didn't lose anything he needed to get married.

These guys were telling this story to anyone who would listen for the next year at every party we attended.  By that time it was funny.  And Ken took it all in stride.  It's a memory.  One of those that I will never forget.  What a way to end a rehearsal dinner.