This is becoming a thing, isn’t it? The three-day wedding. We saw it last month in Greece.

Sunday is the day-after brunch/lunch.

Saturday is the event.

And Friday?

The rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner.

We drove from Pismo Beach about seven miles inland to the big house on the mesa above Arroyo Grande, and everyone else in the wedding party gathered there, too, by 4 p.m.

Those who were early, or only punctual, passed the time with craft beers on tap, in the patio.

Our daughter is getting married, and the idea is to have the ceremony go off pretty much as the bride and the planners envision it.

So, the members of the wedding party took their seats in the front row, in front of the house, where 125-plus chairs had been set up on the big lawn. With an aisle left down the middle of the chairs. And we all took instruction.

The groomsmen will be here, and they will escort this person or that person to their seat. The bridesmaids will be inside the house, before entering with the groomsmen but after the show-stealing ring bearer (no, not Frodo Baggins) and flower girl.

And the bride, meanwhile, will go to the back of the house where a cherry 1950 Mercury sedan (with suicide doors) will be used to ferry her, and the father of the bride, about 50 yards to where they will exit onto the front lawn, and make their way over to (and up) the aisle, where the minister will be waiting under the bower, on a riser …

Serious stuff.

Hungry work.

So, we all decamped to a sister-in-law’s sprawling home, maybe five minutes away, and there sipped wine or beer or soft drinks and conversed with various about-to-become in-laws. And saw the horses being led into their stables on the other side of a lawn big enough to play polo on it.

Then came dinner, in the mild late-afternoon Arroyo Grande sun, chicken or lasagna or both. Talking 40-or-so people here, with not-actually-in-the-wedding spouses and kids included.

As the sun was fixin’ to set, we were invited up to the “saloon” in the attic of the barn, a man-cave of the first order, with long bar and hard liquor behind it, beer on tap, more wine, small tables with stools, a big couch in front of the mega-TV …

Boxes of Cubans in a case in the corner, and a pool table and darts and even a couple of bedrooms, for those who take their “hometown bar” thing a bit too seriously.

And by the end of the evening, most everyone knew most everyone else, and everyone with an official role in the wedding knew where to go tomorrow and what to do …

And this was just Day 1 of the increasingly standard three-day wedding.