Pride! A deeper dub
It was a low-key Pride this year, much like it was last year. The Gang seemed to be more on the night shift, while I was more on the day shift, but I got to hang with the hot-to-trot Dascha for the festival Saturday, trading sips between her to-go bottle of Mike’s Hard Lemonade (deee-lish shit, by the by–tastes like liquefied lemon drops) and my 100 proof vodka-pear cocktail, while getting draped with Mardi Gras beads, taking pics with hot chicks (I don’t know why it was chicks and not dudes…), and generally chatting up a good time.
Then we segued to the ‘Stro, walking down sunny-soaked Market amongst the ‘mo’s, which included, if I’m not mistaken, a sighting of Dan Renzi from "The Real World: Miami". Then we dined and drank at Harvey’s before Dascha was inspired to get a nose piercing.
Usually not a good idea to mix drinking with piercing, but she’d wanted to get it done for some time, and it was discreet and becoming enough that even her boyfriend, who hadn’t wanted her to get it done, was fine with it.
Then we walked through the ‘Stro back towards Market, saw Perez Hilton at the Metro, went back too late to get a pic with him, and called it a night.
I have to say, though, I’m looking forward to this three-day July 4th weekend already. I have a gabillion projects going on at work right now, and could use a spare day to chill.
