I've been to a ton of weddings, and I actually don't think I've ever been to a cash bar wedding. At my wedding, my father-in-law, who is not so much a lush as insanely loyal to his vendors, actually worked out a deal with the one and only liquor store he's been going to for years to have a runner on-call in case the venue (which we were allowed to stock with our own booze) ran out of anything, including after hours. This relieved the one fear I had of everyone not being able to get shitfaced.
The things I remember about weddings that I hate would have cash bar at the top of the list had I been to one, but only slightly less contemptible are weddings on holiday weekends--no one wants to spend their Memorial Day weekend in some central Jersey hellhole. I also hate non-Saturday weddings, though I appreciate the unavoidability of some.
Also, fuck the Habs. Bruins in six.