It never rains on field trips

The drive to St. Louis was pretty wet; it rained the whole way and hard at times.  The traffic going into St. Louis was terrible as usual just crawling along the last few miles to cross the Mississippi via the bottleneck bridge.  By the time we arrived at the Missouri Botanical Garden it was nearly 1 pm, so we grabbed a bite to eat, and by then the rain had stopped.  So just as the Phactor tells his students; it never rains on a field trip, although it can storm.  A bridezilla was showing her true stripes (do you know what you're getting, fellow?) because the garden had the temerity to let a deluge turn her wedding site into a soggy mess.  Heels and chair legs would have sunk in immediately, and the area would not have been kind to the hem of that white dress either.  Here's a nice view across the garden's pond, and remember, it's still just mid-April.  The NRA was in town, but didn't see any of them taking in the garden.  Funniest thing we saw was this morning while returning from a coffee safari; a butler/doorman (?) in a tux and white tie, trying to maintain his dignity while walking a toy poodle at 8 am.  Who wears a tux at 8 am on a Sunday for dog walking?  Did he have his little plastic baggy?  A penguin and a dog are out for a walk,....