We attended a Pagan wedding a few years back, The officiant was a woman in a flowy dress The ceremony was a mish mash of mostly gibberish, and calling on the spirits of various sorts. She called on the spirits of the wolves, and I thought, “Wolves? In St. Louis?”
One guy wore a Viking helmet and a kind of animal skin skirt, and blew on an animal horn, presumably from a cow. The groom was in a cheap kilt and the bride was in a serving wench getup, which we found out they purchased at a Renaissance festival. All in all, it was quite entertaining in a bizarre sort of way. And it was outside in the pouring rain, and I nearly froze to death. Got a great story out of it, though.