So this was the scene the day before Gay Pride. Quiet, sunny, perfect. The big parade is downtown, but there’s a Dyke March up here the day before. I invited some friends from my schmancy new apartment and they dropped in and then pointed out the time I scheduled the party was a few hours after the actual march because, you know, details. We had a lovely time.
I had a neck ache on the actual Gay Pride celebration day, so the cat and I celebrated by taking a nap. Besides, as I’ve said before, I’m already gay enough.