I come from a Chicago Italian family where weddings are very formal, regimented events. In college, I attended a mid-summer wedding in Iowa held in a church. Nice, formal wedding followed by a backyard reception with kegs of coolish beer and warm ham sandwiches. The members of the wedding party and all the guests changed into shorts, jeans, and T-shirts except for me. I didn't know about the costume change and wore a suit in 90-degree heat and 90% humidity while everyone got shit-faced and food poisoned from the rancid mayo in the potato salad, which I skipped when I saw flies on it. People were shitting behind the garage because there weren't enough toilets for all the sick people.