Four questions is low, honestly. I'd be at like nine by now. Was the mayo in the sun? Did the guy carving the brisket just come back from the bathroom without washing? Did that potato salad sit out since the ceremony? You gotta watch the chicken at weddings, it's never cooked right and always sitting under one of those warmers that barely does anything. My cousin's wedding in Bixby, I watched a fly land on the deviled eggs and nobody blinked. Anyway, sorry Tulsa got you, that city owes you an apology and a new stomach.