I got in late Friday, after getting a sweet-ass cheap upgrade to first class, and headed to Bucktown (which, as old Common fans will remember, turns to Fucktown). The Doradulce and I talked politics late into the night, and I was pleased to meet their rambunctious dog Otis. He's a pip, that one. Saturday morning, we headed off for breakfast, where we were fortunate enough to run into the ever-engaging fengi and his belle rouge, Deadend Margo. My hosts had to jump a jet to D.C., so I just wandered around Chicago for a few hours, seeing the old neighborhood, haunting the old haunts, and just generally enjoying being in my favorite city on such a gorgeous day.
Later, after drinking about 16 Arnold Palmers at the Emerald City Cafe, I headed to the Rogers Park pad of the lovely and talented rum_holiday, who had inexplicably agreed to be my date for the wedding. After she got home and got changed, we headed off to Evanston, to the Garrett Evangelical Theological Seminary's Chapel of the Unnamed Faithful (which, man, Catholics, right?). I was a tad worried, because God has a habit of doing terrible things to me when I go into a church (locking me in, striking me with stomach cramps, making it hail on me), but the ceremony was pretty snappy, the priest was actually funny, and the whole ceremony was fairly cool.
Apres, we headed off to the Evanston Golf Club, which, of course, is not in Evanston, for the reception. We got to sit at the nerd's table with Rik and Annie, Nathan, and editrix26 and kp3000, among others. (By the way, here is something: I apparently have made the inexplicably and completely incorrect assumption that all of my friends already know each other, and spent the entirety of the weekend failing to introduce them to one another. I suck.) I wore my snazzola ostrich-skin jacket, which caused people to mistake me for a pimp. We danced, shot the breeze, ate good food, and generally had a great time. I was able to talk White Sox with Claire's dad, congratulate Claire's mom on the great job she did putting stuff together, and mention to Steve that he still owes me $20 from when I killed that guy for him. Claire looked absolutely stunning, and the whole thing was pretty much a blast. One of the best weddings I've ever been to, and in the top five of funerals too.
One complaint: martinis were, as they often are, my drink of choice, but when I ordered them, not once, but twice, I was brought -- by, I might add, professional country club service personnel -- a combination of gin, vermouth and olives, in an old-fashioned glass, WITH ICE. That is not a martini! Not! A martini! Of course, that didn't stop me from drinking a lot of them, and between that and the pills, I got loopy enough to hold long, animated conversations with people that I'm pretty sure I don't know. Also, I never got my dance from Claire, but I guess it can wait until she's ready to start cheating on Steve. Maybe a couple of weeks.
I did manage to get myself the fuck out of bed this morning, and had brunch with Andrea and my pal Kevin Fullam (we talk about guess what! politics!) at Vella. When I headed back to the staging area, dammittim was there, and I also got to meet detlef finally -- who is getting married to koritsimou, CAN YOU DIG IT. There were also other people there who may or may not have LiveJournals, they probably already know my other friends, you know what I mean? I'm sorry I didn't get to talk to them more, but I had to rush to the airport so I could be first in line for the four-hour flight delay I am currently undergoing.
Anyway, congratulations to one of my favorite couples in the world, and thanks to Andrea for the date, to Doradulce for the hospitality, and to everyone who hung out with me and listened to me jibba jabba. I urge more of my friends to get married, because I like free drinks.