Eternal Love, an Open Bar and a Train to Nowhere

I spent my weekend in the land of cheese and porn (aka Wisconsin) for a college friend's wedding. Overall, it was an elegant event, with all the bells and whistles (like passed hors d'oevres) that say "we spent a lot of damn money on this thing, so you better get us an expensive gift," straight from the bride's (parents) heart. At the risk of losing another friendship, I will provide color commentary on the day's events.

• Of all the bridesmaids dresses in the world, did the bride have to select dresses that looked like a yard of fabric wrapped around each woman, like a seaweed-wrapped piece of sushi? They were about as flattering as Whoppi Goldberg's nun outfit in Sister Act.
• Catholic weddings are great because you can show up 15 minutes late (who knew that Saturday afternoon traffic would be worse than Friday afternoon rush hour?) and not miss a beat since there is still another hour left to read some more prayers, light some more candles and drink some more wine (only if you're Catholic, that is).
• Jazz bands are great at a jazz club. Jazz bands that play songs from the 1930's and 1940's that no one under the age of 75 recognize aren't fun at weddings. Especially when there is an open bar and people actually want to "dance." And the guests are taking full advantage of the open bar.
• My friend Ashli decided to bring her boyfriend to the wedding. He's a fun guy, though his repeated grabbing of my ass during the reception (and at the bar afterwards) made me wonder whose bed he really wanted to sleep in.

It's Monday morning. There's no better way to start to a week off than with no train service. I have a great commute - 10 minutes via the L. I live two miles from my office, so I could walk there in 30 minutes if I needed to. The Brown Line was shut down this morning, sending throngs of yuppies and trixies and guppies onto .... CTA buses! What should have been a 10 minute commute turned into a 45 minute lesson in urban diversity, with the scents of Ralph Lauren and Clinque mixing with Fubu and Jean Nate to create an aroma that could cause small children to pass out. Happy Monday.