My brother is getting married in one week. It's kind of surreal and normal at the same time. I'm not surprised that he is getting married to my soon to be sister-in-law (whom I totally love and she rocks and is amazingly great). It's just that, my little brother - Chad - whose arm I broke 25 years ago is you know, getting married. I think it's great. Marriage can be a great thing. I had a great marriage for many years and even going through the divorce I did, I would still consider getting married again - abet next time with certain discussions up front. Then again, I know a lot more about myself now and what I want in my life. It's a lot clearer, but I'm sure it will change just the same. And I'll change.
All these thoughts on marriage remind me of something I saw Saturday. Patrick and I were kicking around downtown LA. Checking out the Bradbury Building, Central Market walking down Broadway and ducking into a tiny picturesque alley with eateries. As we walked back to the car, we stumbled upon the Guadalupe Chapel that offered not only weddings (casamentos) but also divorces. I was in awe of what I saw from the street and the music was spilling out. I dragged Patrick in to take a look at their 5 separate chapels to choose from. I can not tell you how surreal it was. Small rooms, with tiny sets of pews and an altar in front with roses or other floral arrangements and Jesus Maria. Ceilings painted with flowers or a fluffy cloud sky. I felt completely discombobulated and out of whack. Thankfully we left. But still, I have the memory, tiny chapels and women waiting on benches in white wedding gowns.
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