It helps if you don’t have a lot of furniture. 
Let me try to remember…DangerDad’s roommate moved out at the beginning of the month, and we got married about a week later. I was living in a house with 3 other women. I remember spending the night before the wedding in my roommate’s extra bunk, but I think my mom was in my bed, and my best friend was there too. (This was in Berkeley–my folks lived 3 hours north, and my friend was 6 hours south. My dad drove down the day of the wedding.)
We had packed up most of my stuff and moved the boxes into the apartment, but then ‘most of my stuff’ was books. Some kitchen stuff too–but since we had 4 people’s worth of kitchen stuff in the house, that wasn’t really missed. I had no furniture except a dresser (I think), and the apartment was partly furnished, which was good, since DDad owned nothing. Oh no, wait, I had an old couch too. As for personal items, I didn’t have that much in the way of toiletries, since we’d all been sharing a teeny bathroom, so it all went on the honeymoon.
When we got back from the honeymoon, my family had dropped off a whole lot of wedding presents in our newly shared living room, and there were several boxes of my stuff. We didn’t yet have a large bed; it was still on order and arrived a week later. So we shared his old twin bed. Mine probably went back with my folks.
We probably didn’t do it in the most graceful manner, but then, we didn’t care. We were so thrilled to be married that all that didn’t really bug us.
I did get pretty ticked off several days later, though. I was going through the kitchen to make room for–well, decent stuff. The apartment had gone through a succession of 5 or 6 guys, none of whom had really cleaned out their stuff. I threw out a ton of horrible Tupperware, aged protein drink powder, and all kinds of icky things. I was pretty mad about that.
Two weeks later, a guy who was supposed to fix a faucet drip broke the hot water valve, and we came home to a flooded apartment with a bunch of guys taking up the carpet, with our furniture piled up in a corner. Ah, good times…