I attended the wedding of two friends in Market Square yesterday (which, a magnificent place to get married on a quiet, sunny Sunday), and the reception was hosted by us in Las Velas for the hundred or so guests. My father was the officiant for the ceremony, but his duties went above and beyond when prior to the wedding a pigeon violently committed suicide on the restaurant windows and landed in a beautiful, life-affirming dead heap on the sidewalk right where the bride would be walking out to the ceremony.
I’m pretty sure a dead pigeon is a good omen and that my friends will have a wonderful long marriage.
Also, dear Lukey, my dad said that he imagines you owe him at least $500 for this. You’re welcome!