When I had a job catering I catered a wedding for the Smashing Pumpkins bassist in Indiana. And I served Billy Corgan shrimp off a tray.
I myself have never been enchanted by the dream of the white wedding and heaven help us the expectation that this exquisitely catered event should be 'the happiest moment' of one's life.
When I met my husband I refused to invite him home for Passover because I was embarrassed my mother might serve all the catered dishes in the wrong order.
If you're an old pro you know how well you're doing when you're doing it and your inner government spanks you if you're not doing well.