Tuesday, May 22, 2012

In Which a Few Heads Turn

At the end of the day Saturday, I was not ready for the day to be over.  So still in my bridesmaid dress with flowers in my hair, I set out on a walk down DoG street.  Julia joined me and we invited two new friends from the wedding.  These friends happened to be a man in a kilt and a guy in an army uniform.

I don't turn heads often and less often notice when I do.  But when we walked past a bar with outdoor seating, every head along the sidewalk turned and followed us.  Apparently, we were conspicuous.

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