•Saturday•
People get married every Saturday here. I mean it. I've been here for what .... 3 weeks now? And every Saturday ... I walk along the boulevard and there's a limo and a bride. They seem to just love taking pictures on the boulevard with the city in the background. Today was like a double team. Two wedding parties taking pictures on the boulevard.
The really funny part was that there were people like sun-bathing and stuff in the mini-parks. They were just not moving. Not that I blame 'em. It was just funny to see the bride ... groom ... and then some guy in a lawn chair with no shirt on. The you see .. bride's maid ... bride's maid ... bride's maid .... woman on the lawn in a tank top and shorts reading a book. I don't usually slow down to watch while they're taking pictures and stuff but today was just too funny not to.
Mark got in last night. Maybe around midnight or so. I dunno. The only reason I know is ... I remember hearing a "Yes! I'm home" yell. And of course I saw him when I got up this morning. His brother called for him soon after I got in last night. I didn't even know he had siblings. I really don't know much about him. For some weird reason though ... I pictured him being an only child. I dunno why.
