Weddings are fun. Guns are fun. BBQs are fun, too for that matter.
I've been collecting and shooting guns my entire adult life, and I've never considered them to be "fun." "Deadly serious" would be a more apt description. There is a feeling of "satisfaction" when you fill a hole in the collection, or score a bullseye, but that still isn't "fun" in the silly, giggling sense.
Weddings can be fun. Bearing in mind, however, that a third or more of all marriages end in divorce, a seriousness of purpose is also required. I've been married for nearly 33 years, and I can tell you that the last thing I would have wanted at my wedding would be a bunch of rowdies with guns. As it was, there were enough rowdies there
without guns to cause me problems. Hint: serious drinking goes on at weddings.
Having grown up in Texas, I realize that BBQs are fun (especially the political kind). I remember attending a political BBQ in Giddings in 1964, honoring Gov. Connally. Considering that he still had his arm in a sling from the assassination, someone showing up with a gun would have been totally unacceptable (and, in the case of a handgun, illegal). If I went to a BBQ these days (where beer is copiously consumed), the open carrying of weapons would make me extremely uncomfortable (and the open carrying of handguns is still illegal in Texas).
Sanity, folks! As it is, the anti-gunners love to portray us gun owners as yahoos. Let's not give them any more grist for their mill.