It seems to be the time of year. I heard in the distance three different weddings this morning. Until one came right underneath my window, looking like something out of Bride & Prejudice. At this point, it's more of a reception than a wedding, the couple having been married for a few months or even a year already, doing a simple ceremony where they agree to be married before a religious justice of the peace. When the groom has enough money to afford a home, he arrrives with his party at the bride's door, or at a reception hall, to take her home. In between, there's lots of partying along the way. They blow horns, bang drums, get everyone to clap on the street like they're in a football game- and then after about 30 minutes, enter into the building to continue loud music for the next 12 hours. I'm just grateful that this was an unsual wedding that began at 10 in the morning. When I say loud music, I mean that it would be a suitable volume at the stadium of the aforementioned football game. And I'm not exaggerating. You could hear the sound of the wedding all the way down a major street, a block away. And every time the musicians finished, they did a little special somethin somethin extra- Shave & a Haircut, with three blasts of the horns, and two bangs of the drum.