I didn't know I was still in the South

Sweet Home Alabama…Omaha

Last night, Bart decided we should get a pizza from The Roman Coin. He had had this pizza at work one day and claimed that it was the best pizza around. So, we packed everybody up and headed out to see for ourselves. When we got there, we discovered that the place is actually called Varsity Sports Cafe and Roman Coin Pizza and that no one under 21 is admitted after 10 p.m. In the parking lot was a greyhound type bus and there were a few people in formal wear hanging out at the front door of the bar or getting off the bus. We had on jeans and flip flops.
Well, we had traveled all the way there, so we figured we might as well see what's up, since it isn't 10 p.m. and the boys could still get in. Enter dirtyish dark bar. What scene greeted us as we entered? A couple of old geezers sipping Bud's and watching a baseball game? Frat boys initiating the new guys? Girls night out? Nope, it's even worse then the scene in Sweet Home Alabama when Reese Witherspoon says, "You've got a baby...in a bar". There before our very eyes was a bride, groom, wedding party, and a few guests.
Had we unknowingly become wedding crashers by entering The Roman Coin? We decided to get our pizza to go, just in case.
I still don't know why they were at the bar, why they rented a bus to travel in, or why the bride and groom seemed to be huggy and kissy with everybody they saw, but I do know this...that was some pretty good pizza.