Pride-a-licious
Well, I reclaimed Pride this year.
I’m one of those people who loves Pride. Being surrounded by the gays. Dancing in the streets of SF. Drinking until my liver screams at me. I love it all. Even the many, many faux Shanes…
Last year I skipped Pride for a truly alternative experience, but this year I was bound and determined to get to enjoy what for me is one of the best days of the year.
And I had a great time. I got to see some old friends and meet some new ones. I hung out and danced to the awesome music of Fag Fridays (thereby avoiding the Nectar stage and seriously minimizing the potential for icky ex-girlfriend drama – of which there was none for me this weekend). I caught a movie at the film festival, went to Dolores Park where there were many, many women, went to a few fun bars and a couple parties and in general partied, danced and laughed alot.
And brilliantly I took today off for general recovery. So followed up my revelry with a morning of rowing and Wimbeldon and then an afternoon walk along the coast of SF followed by the simple joy of hanging out on a week day afternoon at Cafe Flore.
yeah… it’s all good, baby. Happy Pride my sisters and brothers.

