Whyyyyy yes, we did go to Pride yesterday! Took a bus over and got there about a half an hour before the parade started. I spotted Arden in a booth doing a little pre-parade emceeing, but when I returned to talk to him later he was gone. Phooey.

The trees were painted to match the two-tone blue maxi dress I wore, along with my rainbow hoodie and rainbow thong sandals. Yesterday’s Pride outfit was about 10,000 times more comfortable than last year’s, for sure (okay just the shoes).

Two elaborately dressed, slightly sleepy Filipino drag queens hosted the parade. We were standing pretty close to them, so I could carefully observe their shoes (perfectly matched to the dresses), make-up and jewelry. They looked good! Considering, as Lady Bunny says, “Daylight is no friend to the dragoon.”

We started off standing behind a bunch of scaffolding, which was terrible for photography. Later on we moved to a pretty good place, but shockingly, my camera filled up after only a lousy 233 photos. I couldn’t believe it! In Maui it sucked up twice as many on one card! I have yet to figure out what happened. I even deleted a short video of the Boy twirling a rainbow ribbon but it didn’t make much of a difference. Siiiiigh.

Rainbow fishnets? I’d do ’em.

I think my old man wore the same outfit last year, although we both had to keep our sweatshirts on. It was a cold Pride! I didn’t even wear sunscreen!

We didn’t buy any merch, but received plenty of free stuff as we stood on the sidelines. Not as much as the short woman standing in front of us, with her two children–let me tell you, the greediest people at Pride are always the mothers. Why do they need 30 Mardi Gras necklaces? Do you really need 3 bumper stickers, advertising a radio station you don’t even listen to? GREEDY!

Jump around!

The Boy twirling the rainbow ribbon he bought the day before. He attracted some attention with it–from men, I noticed.

Nice umbrella!

This cute little guy was standing next to me. I asked if I could take his picture, and he was happy to oblige. We were both disappointed that a tube of clear liquid handed to us turned out to be hand sanitizer, not lube. You wanna know who hates hand sanitizer? ME! I even openly snicker at people who use it at the grocery store. I know, I’m awful.

Dykes on bikes! They zoomed by pretty quick.

Hold me closer, tiny dancerrrrr. It’s kind of surreal watching a gay man dance lewdly in underpants before 11 a.m..

…and the band played on.

There’s a lot more coming up! Stay tuned!