The wedding previous to that, of a high school friend of mine, was on a small island off the coast of British Columbia. That took 17 hours to get to, via car, shuttle bus, plane, plane, car, ferry, car, ferry and car. I felt like Jacob Two-Two by the end of it. That wedding was also lovely, and the whole being-stranded aspect made people mingle so by the end of it, we were really comfortable and happy. Being on vacation does that.