On Sarandi Street are groups of people, dressed to the nines, standing in my way as I pass on a sidewalk past a woman’s store,
Happy couples exit a bland doorway into sunlight and they are jubilant.
When more smiling couples come out and take photos, throw rice, hug and toss flowers to the next lucky man or woman, it is certain this afternoon is about marriage, a traditional and good institution, if there ever was one.
A closer look at a sign on the bland building confirms that this storefront, next to a clothes retailer, is the City Office of Matrimony.
As brides and grooms pose outside for wedding pictures, some with professional photographers, others with friends or family who have phones or digital cameras, some couples do dramatic hugs and kisses. Others are subdued.
On such an occasion it would be a sacrilege to think that not all the newly joined couples will be together in five years.
The search to find someone who will live with you for better and worse is worth all the the time, money, heartache, and headaches accumulated.
For these couples that search is over.
The next historical development in weddings, will be to get married at a drive up window in street clothes with a cooler of beer in the trunk and passes to the opera in the glove compartment.
Most marriages start happy but their success rate is around fifty percent, regardless of who marries you, where you get married, how much money you have, what God you worship.
Odds, as Las Vegas knows, are hard to beat but that doesn’t stop people from getting married, often to the same person more than once.
When love is involved, odds get screwy.
It is hard to guess how many weddings still take place each day in a city this size.