Sunday 4:00 am
Yeah, yeah, not a wedding picture. Here's the wedding week from my (the bride's sister's) perspective.

It started off on Sunday, August 3rd, wa-hay too early in the morning. Saturday evening was our band's big square dance gig downtown. Sunday afternoon was the wedding shower that Mom and I were hosting. That left a tight turnaround and a 6:58 flight to Minnesota.

This is me on the train platform waiting for the Red Line to take me to the Orange Line which would take me to Midway.

When I got to the Orange Line stop, the station was closed!

I hollered for the station attendant. I said, "The schedule said the trains start at 4:30." It was about 5:00 am.

Attendant: "Yes, on a weekday."

Me: *gasp* That's right. It's Sunday!"
[I unintentionally said it in an overly-theatrical way, like I just discovered the phenomenon of Sunday.]

I took a cab.