Here's what I've learned after a decade of wedding receptions: somewhere around the third song, people forget I'm there. That's when the real party starts and when the photographs get really good. The speeches that went sideways in the best way. The group that formed around the cake before anyone officially cut it. The two people slow dancing to a fast song because they didn't care. I don’t want to leave until the last good thing happens, and it's usually late.