With oral boards out of the way and the closing date of my future home back on schedule, my mind was much more at ease when I flew into Milwaukee this weekend to attend my classmate Yao’s wedding. Melody and I both connected through O’Hare, where we enjoyed some Chili’s burgers before sharing a flight into the land of Cheeseheads. With our hands on the wheel of a Dodge Charger from Thrifty, we drove into town, where our second experience with an Airbnb studio was much improved. We noted an apothecary of herbal powders in the kitchen, natural body products in the bathroom, and an aromatherapy humidifier in the living room, which along with the smut and suggestive figurines on the bookshelves, conveyed a very different type of host than the Noogler in San Francisco. In the evening, we joined the wedding couple for their rehearsal dinner atop the Pfister Hotel, and got to chat with some future glaucoma colleagues. The wedding itself took place the next morning at the Villa Terrace museum. The afternoon sun bathed the outdoor patio, which made the Asian-style parasols a hit, but the post-lunch dancing much more awkward. No trip to Wisconsin would have been complete without a visit to the local cheese mart, so we headed there after the wedding to pick up an assortment. Afterwards, we sampled more cheeses from a charcuterie plate at Wolf Peach for dinner before relaxing to a movie in bed. We awoke late for Sunday brunch. Having forgotten it was Father’s Day, we found no seats at Mader’s, and instead settled for over-spiced currywurst and Spam-like sausage loaf at the Old German Beer Hall. Here, the decor and barmaid uniforms were over-the-top, but it was a good spot for World Cup watching. After some frozen custard at Kopp’s, we arrived at the airport to learn that United had decided to make our lives miserable again by canceling our flights. We ended up scrambling for a bus ride to Chicago in time to make our connections home. It’s no wonder that air travel ranks among the most stressful activities in life.