Certain things are not supposed to happen. For example, drivers of trolleys, those happy little conveyances, are not supposed to get lost. With full passenger loads. On their way to weddings (especially those as elegant AND socially-aware as Daria and Aaron's). But guess what? The trolley we were on today, headed for the National Arboretum, hardly a top-secret location in Washington, DC, had a very hard time reaching its destination. As it turned out, we were the lucky trolley. We only took four u-turns and an hour's drive time for a 15 minute excursion requiring two turns--total. The trolley behind us arrived nearly an hour-and-a-half late. On the return, one trolley got lost leaving the Arboretum. Google maps? Training? AAA? Rogue trolley service? This one defies explanation.
But, and a very important but at that, the transportation snafu did nothing to detract from the spectacularity of the festivities: A Latin-American pre-wedding party with salsa dancing, a ceremony that paid tribute to the remarkable commitment of the couple to human rights (they've already used their lawyering skills in Ecuador, Egypt, and South Africa), and a reception dinner where wild sturgeon enjoyed its best preparation in known-fish culinary history. Thank you, Alan and Michelle, and Carole, for these gifts to your guests and the whole world.
