Hear ye, hear ye! I, humble knight and loyal retainer of the groom-to-be, dost proclaim the journey upon yon noble party carriage to be most triumphant!Our charioteer, Lady Dawn of Tie-Dye, bore great likeness to the jester Molly Shannon in the moving picture Superstar. With steady hand and valor unmatched, she did steer our iron steed through the realm whilst enduring our bardic thunder (known in these lands as “loud Bluetooth music”). Truly, she was unshaken by our revelry.The carriage itself was of high craftsmanship — cushions most plush, speakers that roared like dragons, and a magical device that did tether mine own handheld crystal (a “phone,” as peasants call it) without toil or struggle.The bachelor, bedecked in garments of yellowed mustard, did lead our fellowship in merriment. Yet alas! Fortune turned her face from him at the casino tables. Verily, every knight of our company returned with treasure in purse, save the groom himself, who left with naught but a wounded pride.Still, Lady Dawn, with words of stern honor, did keep us bound to the code of chivalry (and the bus rules), ensuring our quest was merry yet orderly.I bestow upon this noble company five stars out of five, and should gladly ride again upon their enchanted carriage. Long live the mustard knight!