It was like watching the father of the groom giving a toast at a wedding of inconvenience. As he extolled the virtues of his son (who perhaps somehow maybe played a part in the need for such a wedding in the first place) and the dual-edged glory and hardship that lay ahead for the newlyweds, his half of the audience whooped and hollered while the unamused friends of the bride sat still with the most annoyed looks on their faces that could possibly be mustered. The smug uncle of the groom sat next to the horrified but accepting mother of the bride, carefully placed just far enough behind and above the father of the groom to prevent any spontaneous fisticuffs.
The one thing everyone seemed to agree upon, even without articulating, was that everyone would be glad when the toast was over.