Weren't we all raised, to an extent, to believe that if we're in the wrong place at the wrong time (even if it is "the wrong war at the wrong time"), that we can expect unfavorable circumstances?
If I saw Abu Musab al-Zarqawi attending a wedding I also was attending, I'd take one last gulp of champagne, find my coat, and slip out the back. Of course
after I plant a wet one on the bride.
What we truly have to wonder, though, is if there was a bride at this wedding.