My best friend from high school was a Quaker. She was married in the meeting house. After the ceremony they pushed back the chairs, put on music and danced in the same room where meeting had been held. (Note, the Pittsburgh Friends' Meetinghouse on Ellsworth Avenue has a GREAT dance floor. Roomy and nice, springy wood.) No one complained.
Now, with the help of my sister and a good friend, I filled her luggage with rice and decorated the taxi that took the happy pair to the airport with some very tasteful purple and orange tissue paper flowers. She had a thing or two to say about that, eventually. Especially after she found rice in her coat pocket two months after the wedding.