The plan was for the bride and groom and a group of their friends to go out the dinner and a bar in the evening. The groom's best friend runs a limo company, and there was going to be a little bus to pick us up and shuttle us around. There was no lack of "short bus" jokes in the time leading up to that.

Needless to say, we were all quite flabbergasted when we left to hotel to find waiting for us, not a bus, but a stretch Hummer. It was the very definition of ghettofabulous. Sure it only did ten miles to the gallon (gasp) but we did have 15 passengers (and could fit 5 more) plus the driver, so I like think of it as 160 people-mile per gallon (listen to me rationalize). There were little lights in the ceiling that changed color periodically, and neon near the floor. Several mini-bars lined the sides, interrupting the seats. The windows were darkened and the sound system was booming the booty-bass. It was like a disco on wheels.

We stopped first for dinner at a sports bar, and then for drinks at a cooler-than-cool downtown bar called Mars. So cool, in fact, that while there was a DJ spinning very danceable tunes, we were the only ones willing to dance. Still, the best part of the evening was riding around in that chariot of bling.