What's the worst thing that a bride can lose just a few days before her wedding?

I had a lovely ladies-who-lunch lunch the other day with a new friend.  I initially felt like somewhat of a poser, since my ladies-who-lunch period was short-lived and ended about seven months ago.  Right around when I realized that not working, paying for health insurance, and covering the leftover bit of your mortgage was not/not what the doctor ordered for your savings.

(when we sat down, i bunched my hair up in a messy faux-bun and started to tug up on my cardy uggs.  she gently pushed the stray hair away from her face and delicately removed two gorgeous, whiskey-colored kid driving gloves.  poser status confirmed.  and i covet those gloves.)  

We were talking about the wedding plans and she proceeded to tell me about her hen night.  Four days before her wedding.  Limited food intake due to wedding stress.  Bunch of girls heading out after work.  Vodka bar. Deluge of vodka.

Fast forward to morning.

Lady was still dressed in her finest office/hen night attire.  Under her duvet. Yawned.  Realized something was missing.

Her front teeth.

She proceeded to panic.  Not because she had no teeth.  She actually had four fakes.  But because she had no idea where they were.

I will spare you the gross details but they were found.  Eventually.  In the bathroom.  (no, really.  we will leave it at that.)

Perhaps I have a shot at those gloves after all.