In the summertime... (Part II: Chicago, the city)

Arriving in Chicago on Friday 27 June, we checked in to our hotel and I met Marisa for the afternoon: manicure and pedicure in preparation for the wedding the next day (the real impetus for our trip home (the wedding, not the mani/pedi)). We met up with the boys for an amazing Mexican dinner (the thing I was most looking forward to on our trip home, as I obviously can't get it anywhere nearby, and I have a sneaking suspicion that the whole island is Mexican-food-free). Andrew just reminded me that we found a lonely ten-dollar bill poking out of the jukebox next to our table, which was just waiting to defer the costs of our dinner: score!

Saturday was a whirlwind, as weddings often are: Marisa + Dave! It's been a long time coming, but these two are the best and there was never any doubt we'd come home to celebrate with them. I wouldn't/couldn't have missed it for the world. This was really the thing I had most been looking forward to on this trip (sorry, Mexican food!). Marisa was the most gorgeous bride I've ever seen, truly. And Dave looked class, too. These two looked like celebrities walking out at the reception.

And boy was the reception amazing. Great music, a night of dancing, excellent food (they even had the Tamale Spaceship come to feed everyone delicious tamales near the end of the night), and an opportunity to catch up with some very old friends. I gave a small speech, and I could never have said everything that should be said to these two - they're two of the best people I know and I really wish them only happiness for ever and ever. And I know they'll have it. It was a fantastic day all around.

Onward and upward (or more accurately, outward...) to the 'burbs and my all-time favorite boy: he's two!