To be honest, I'm over the parade. Have been for years. I've done the early-watching thing, the watch from a party thing, the sleep through it thing, the march in it thing, the dance in it thing, and now I'm just happy volunteering for a group during.
My waning interest in the parade is matched by my growing enthusiasm for Pink Saturday. That's where the fun it.
We started off meeting up with Coco Flores, Jimbo Myers, Shilpa Patel, and Jeff Javits at the Metro. And had perfect window seats (unintentionally) for the Dyke March. That was a sight to see. And sometimes, as we do, mock.
The Dyke March lastd for hours it seems. Strong stock those dykes.After that, we all crammed into a cab to head up to David and Sean's—Javits and Jimbo were proper invitees, and Coco, Shilpa and I were the plus
Javits took me, Kevin, and Kelly last year, and we not only had a lovely time, but also totally fell in love with David and Sean. (Of course, back then I didn't know they were an "and" as I flirted shamelessly with Sean.) As always, David and Sean were wonderful and generous hosts.
Wilson Hardcastle and David O'ConnorImagine my surprise as we crossed the threshold, and David greeting each of us, including Shilpa, by name. It seems that David is a total lurker and big fan of the blog.
David O'Connor and Shilpa PatelI left a couple of my comical cards last year, and David checked out the web address. Since then, he has been checking the blog a couple of times a day. He's a total fan of the blog (so flattered) and a fan of Shilpa's. He knew everything about our bid'ness (asking about our recent exploits, auto theft, Shilpa's deal with her mother etc.). Much fun. So a huge I'm Just Sayin' shout out to Alert Reader David O'Connor!
There were other familiar faces, and lots of pink.
It was a perfect weekend for Pride, with a pink sunset to usher us into the Pink Saturday night.
Where I again played demented Easter Bunny, and met up with lots of friends.
Sean Ray and Wilson HardcastleWhile Pink Saturday was the highlight of the Pride weekend, here are a few comments on Pride Sunday—
I had signed up to volunteer at the boot check for the Sundance Saloon stage, and planned to spend the bulk of the day two-stepping in the sunshine. Something I really love about Pride. That, and how so many pretty little things are so brazenly cruising for cowboys. It's like being a candy story surrounded by kids.
I was, no surprise, late for my shift, but that was totally the fault of the N-Judah. It should not take over an hour to get from Cole Valley to Civic Center.
But I loved the people watching. For example: dude standing next to me, a 'mo tourist in town for Pride.
Yes, Mary, you're all butch and shit.
With your big bad bear self:
and tats.
and boots.
But you sort of ruin the whole straight/manly/I don't care about fashion queers look with the Prada shades.
You just one big beary label queen aren't you?Again this year, the country stage was packed.
I was impatient throughout my shift as I could not wait to get out on the dance floor. Having checked other people's boots for two hours, I was ready to get mine out.
Small problem: in my rush to leave the house in the morning, and pack everything I could conceivably need for the day, I made a little oversight—
I packed two right boots from separate pairs. That suuucked. At least I still had a backup frozen roadie, which only slightly eased the pain of being stuck in sneakers all day.
I thought about going home to change, but considering the nightmare I had getting here in the first place, I decided just to walk around and enjoy this unbelievably gorgeous day.
There were some sights to see:
Yay for gays!
Yeah you are!
Awesome.
Awesome.
The well-balanced lesbian.
Who says gay values aren't family values?And this last one is just WTF?
It's Gay Pride people, not fetish pride, or freak-show pride, or, you know Kiss pride.
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