It's summertime! As a result, there's a wedding reception at the Grady House, across the street from my apartment, every weekend. I can hear the songs when I sit out on my porch. Most weekend evenings are passed with the sound of the Electric Slide and the YMCA. I don't mind. In fact, I think one day I'd like to meet someone who'll dance on the sidewalk with me to that cheesy DJ, and we'll drink our own cheap champagne, and say "I do" "I do" and drunkenly kiss there, not having any more of an idea what we are doing than the people up on that lawn. They just happen to be dressed for it.
