Maybe its because it was the third of three weddings since May; maybe its just because were getting old. The night was a whirl of deafening music, wild little children chasing laser lights on the dance floor like a herd of cats while young adults and near-adults danced to the oldies (its amazing how many really old songs, recycled by new artists, make their way into the modern wedding repertoire) well into the wee hours.Of course it was lovely, all weddings are: the bride was radiantly gorgeous, the parents understandably misty-eyed (she is their first, he is their last) and...