Gay Pride

I love Gay Pride weekend. I love partying and eating and playing and staring at the crazies and everything else that it entails. The only difference this year was that I actually made it to the parade...I have missed it every year and think that missing it again would not have been too much of a tragedy. However...

We walked over to the pride grounds right after the parade and were there until they kicked us out at 6:30ish. How many hours of hula hooping and sunning are too many? I still can't answer that question but 7 1/2 seems to be pushing my limits in that department. Of course, there is the inevitability of tiring from the fact that several days of partying catches up to you sooner or later so perhaps the exhaustion at the end of Sunday was not from too many hours in the sun but merely a result of my body screaming at me to stop abusing it in the manner I am accustomed to.

I am still trying to recover but I started working full-time this week and getting up at 6:45am is not conducive to the recovery process. In conclusion, I leave you with this:

To all the gays (or at least the ones that are my friends): I love you, I love you, I love you. That's all!