I never know how much to say about it. I took transit downtown, and couldn’t find the marshalling area for the BCCLA because, ha ha, I was given the wrong information twice by a volunteer. I went and stood by the starting line, with all the dykes on bykes, and watched a partially racially motivated fist fight almost start. Yup, at Pride. Stupidest thing I ever saw.
The parade was an hour late getting going, which was cruel – my feet hurt even before it began. Then my group went by and I squeezed through the onlookers like a little pumpkin seed and danced and boogied and fist pumped and queen waved my way down the street. Recognized two sets of people, BOTH coworkers (current and former). It’s amazing how you feel after half a million people smile at you.
Came home and Keith is sitting downstairs with this girl he met through work, who’s an artist and quite pretty. We watched Ponyo and then I went upstairs and crashed.
Monday I didn’t do anything except loaf and laze. Oh, and I did July expenses – I was embarrassed that it took me to the middle of July to do May and June expenses so I actually did it in a timely way this month.
