Sunday, September 23, 2012
Celebrating Perfect Love, Part 127
Another wedding this weekend, this time in Milwaukee, or as I call it, Milwaukee. I'd never been there before, so that aspect was interesting. We stayed in a big old hotel right downtown that is supposedly haunted, although not by Jessica Lange. Actually, it seemed to be haunted by the ghost of reasonable prices, as the three sodas we charged to the room after hours somehow ended up costing less than $2 total. The reception was also downtown, in this huge, gorgeous space called the Grain Exchange, which did not seem to actually have anything to do with grain. Also, the food was amazing -- a duet of steak and chicken with a sauce I would seriously like to bathe in. So all of that was good.
The wedding itself was at a Lutheran church out in the suburbs. Frankly, I have a lot of trouble differentiating among different Lutheran churches. This one had a couple of jumbotrons in the front and a setup for like a 5-piece band, though, so on production values alone they've got us Catholics beat. Although transubstantiation is one spectacular piece of stagecraft, I must say.
We also checked out their local art museum -- the spindly white one that sort of looks like a giant coelacanth landed on the waterfront. The building is really something, frankly. The exterior sort of demands that you take pictures of it (much like Paris Hilton circa 2005) and the interiors have great views and are filled with natural light. The collection is not quite as good as the building -- a smattering of antiquities, some B-sides from people like Picasso and Chagall -- but still worth seeing. And it's small enough that I didn't end up exhausted and footsore, as often happens to me at the Art Institute.
My main note for Milwaukee, though? Be less cold. Or give out free sweaters. I generally wear a large.
Another wedding this weekend, this time in Milwaukee, or as I call it, Milwaukee. I'd never been there before, so that aspect was interesting. We stayed in a big old hotel right downtown that is supposedly haunted, although not by Jessica Lange. Actually, it seemed to be haunted by the ghost of reasonable prices, as the three sodas we charged to the room after hours somehow ended up costing less than $2 total. The reception was also downtown, in this huge, gorgeous space called the Grain Exchange, which did not seem to actually have anything to do with grain. Also, the food was amazing -- a duet of steak and chicken with a sauce I would seriously like to bathe in. So all of that was good.
The wedding itself was at a Lutheran church out in the suburbs. Frankly, I have a lot of trouble differentiating among different Lutheran churches. This one had a couple of jumbotrons in the front and a setup for like a 5-piece band, though, so on production values alone they've got us Catholics beat. Although transubstantiation is one spectacular piece of stagecraft, I must say.
We also checked out their local art museum -- the spindly white one that sort of looks like a giant coelacanth landed on the waterfront. The building is really something, frankly. The exterior sort of demands that you take pictures of it (much like Paris Hilton circa 2005) and the interiors have great views and are filled with natural light. The collection is not quite as good as the building -- a smattering of antiquities, some B-sides from people like Picasso and Chagall -- but still worth seeing. And it's small enough that I didn't end up exhausted and footsore, as often happens to me at the Art Institute.
My main note for Milwaukee, though? Be less cold. Or give out free sweaters. I generally wear a large.
