One of my co-workers got married on Saturday, and the whole office went to the reception. I didn’t come prepared for dressy occasions, but managed to find something suitable in my boss’ closet. There was a series of speeches (bride’s parents, groom’s parents, bride’s employer, groom’s employer, bride’s friends, groom’s friends, each person on the huge wedding committee). I understood none of the speeches (all in Luganda), but enjoyed the dancing in between, and it was good people watching. The people outside the reception area thought so, too. It seems that at every big occasion I’ve been to, the neighborhood comes to hang out at the fence and do their own people watching.