A Wedding Party

As I walked over to the Starbucks located on Monument Circle on Saturday, 

I saw a group of well-dressed, attractive men (Woo hoo!) 

waiting at the Monument's base. Since they were wearing boutonnieres,

I suspected (wiggle of eyebrows) that they formed the groom's 

half of a wedding party.  

When I looked across the street, I saw a line of identically 

dressed women approaching, behind whom was the bride,

their make-up artists, and photographer.

Everyone smiled and chatted happily as they posed 

for their pictures, attracting a few neighborly paparazzi 

who, like me, made pictures of their own 

to record the pretty occasion.

One of the more unusual features of this bride was the henna tattoos 

that had been drawn on her arms and feet. I overheard her brother 

explaining to some passers-by that, not only had the lines taken many hours 

to draw, but that the bride had to wait another long while 

for the artwork to dry, requiring help from her mother to eat, etc.

Among the photos taken, were some of the drawings made 

on the bride's feet. Kudos to the photographer who was willing 

to get down on the cold ground to record the beautiful art. 

It's A Party!

Early Saturday afternoon, while waiting downtown for a bus, 

I looked up to see a herd of nicely dressed people 

approaching from across the street. They were being led by

a casually dressed woman carrying a camera.

Given that only one of the women was wearing white and that

the other women were clad in identically colored gowns,

I quickly surmised the people formed a wedding party, in the

process of having pictures taken of the event and

their participation.

The women's dresses had the distinct quality

of not looking like bridesmaids' dresses, those notoriously

hideously styled and colored nightmares of legend.

The bride had also selected a beautiful color combination

for her wedding flowers; they made for lovely

bouquets and boutonnieres

The sunlight gave the Federal Court Building 

a warm aura, making the site a pleasant background 

for the delicate chiffon, silk, and flowers.

Afterward, the ladies picked up the hems of their gowns and,

trailed by the men, the photographer led her

charges back across the street, returning in the direction

from which they had come, trailing a happy mood

and a few moments of prettiness behind them.