I only went to one wedding (my parents' at our house) and a couple of receptions(all held in the same place).
My parents were lucky in that neither were baptized, but an elder married them. And it was held on our front yard :D I mean, it was a pretty big yard, three big tents with tables and chairs. We had music, courtesy of our wanna-be DJ brothers. We had ambience (our family dog roaming around during the ceremony and plopping himself down right next to my parents for the last fifteen minutes of it. I have proof. Best goof ever! And everybody was so mortified with the dog doing this, nobody bothered moving him :D). But there was no place for dacing, since it was grass and mud and yeah, heels don't go well with it, and our deck was decked with food and a huge homemade cake my poor mom had to bake that very morning. Details are fuzzy (kinda tipsy. My parents forgot my high school graduation was THAT same day, so I retaliated in the dumbest way possible), but yeah, it was pretty nice, pretty chill, and I had the cutest dress :D.
The receptions in the hall were a joke. Lame music, blinding white lights, no decorations at all, and a terrible attempt to hide a gigantic United States Flag on the front wall. Ooooh and when the two or three brothers or sisters who fancied themselves 'artistes' and would sing their renditions of the most popular Latin pop song of the moment? Yeah, we videotaped those. And the plays. The plays! The little ones would put on plays based on the Bible, and the acting and wardrobe malfunctions were pure gold. Thankfully, I wasn't good enough for those plays.
Oooh, I want to add something else: the fact that these weddings were evil in the way that for the teenagers, it also was a way to show who was the best catch. Whoever was on the dance floor dancing with the most opposite sex partners (we were allowed!) was obviously the most pious one. I think I got asked a grand total of three times. In all five years.