I went to the arts district today. It was a ghost town. I saw three people in a 12 block radius, not counting the two wedding parties; same chapel, 15 minutes apart. I'm not sure where they keep the arts in this district, unless one counts graffiti, of which there is lots, and it's gorgeous, or bail bond shops, of which there are also lots or wedding chapels, which number approximately equal to the bail bond shops and are located within a block of those. Very convenient, as the bail bond shop is where one goes to have one's marriage annulled.
This particular wedding chapel is a drive through. Yes, you did read that and yes, that's what it means; you drive a bit down an alley way, enter the drive through, pick your wedding from the menu on the driver's side- please speak loudly and clearly into the receiver - and in fewer than 15 minutes, your newly hitched self can be on the way down the one way street towards the bail bond or south down to the strip, where you can drown your newly-wed sorrows.
What you won't find in the arts district - at least not easily - is art.
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